Whitney:
The piranhas...

Buck Gardner:
What about the goddamn piranhas?

Whitney:
They're eating the guests, sir.

Dumont:
People eat fish, Grogan. Fish don't eat people.

Reporter:
Terror, horror, death. Film at eleven.

Maggie McKeown:
Are there any other shacks around here?

Paul Grogan:
Cabins! This is a cabin!

Maggie McKeown:
Well, are there any more of them? Any place they might be hold up in?

Paul Grogan:
There's an old fella named Jack who lives downriver, but he woundn't treat any hospitality towards them. Oh, and there was some kind of Army test site way up on top of the mountain. But that closed down five, six years ago.

Maggie McKeown:
C'mon, let's go.

Paul Grogan:
What?

Maggie McKeown:
You're taking me up there.

Paul Grogan:
Oh NO I'm not!

Maggie McKeown:
I'm looking for two teenagers that disappeared a few weeks ago. So, I was wondering if there are any places around here they might be or if they may have gone for a swim.

Paul Grogan:
Well, if they drowned, they'd be swept down to the dam. So, you're starting off at the wrong end.

Maggie McKeown:
Boy, you're the wrong end around here!

Maggie McKeown:
That guard is still out there.

Paul Grogan:
Fine, I need you to distract him.

Maggie McKeown:
What for?

Paul Grogan:
So I can get away.

Maggie McKeown:
So YOU can get away? What about me?

Paul Grogan:
Well suit yourself. Just come onto him, tell him what an admirer you are of Army or something like that.

Maggie McKeown:
What if he's gay?

Paul Grogan:
Then I'll go and distract him!