Dreamcatcher

Dr. Henry Devlin:
What the hell? Who's Mr. Gray? What are you trying to tell me, Jonesy?

Dr. Henry Devlin:
You're not Jonesy.

Pete Moore:
Henry, if we die before you get back, promise you'll tell everybody she wasn't my date.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
Wait, Jonesy...

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
Yeah, Beav?

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
You be careful.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
Be careful of what?

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
Wish I knew.

Pete Moore:
In the movies, when people wake up together in the morning, they immediately start kissing, nuzzling and going at it, but what they never do is get up first, take a leak and brush their goddamn teeth, which I don't think I'm alone in feeling is pretty much necessary when you wake up.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
Jesus-Christ-bananas, some f***arow this is turning into.

Pete Moore:
Motherf***er tried to bite my dick off, Jonesy. I always thought it'd be my ex-wife did that.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
I'm filing that in the "Who Gives A Sh*t" section of my Memory Warehouse.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
This is our twentieth year coming out here to "Hole In The Wall", and f*** me Freddy, here's to twenty more.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
Here's to Duddits... our dreamcatcher. Wish he was here.

Pete Moore:
To the Duds.

Dr. Henry Devlin:
To Douglas Cavell.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
To Duddits.

Young Beaver:
Hey, you don't wanna see the homecoming queen's p*ssy? Don't come.

Dr. Henry Devlin:
You and I don't get after him right away, he's gonna get out of my range, and some kind of sh*t is going to hit the planetary fan.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
I wish Henry was here...

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
He's a shrink, not an internist.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
He went to med school. Did you?

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
...I thought about it.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
You don't suppose he got exposed to radiation, do you? I saw that once in a movie. Guy ended up bald as Telly what's-his-f***.

Colonel Curtis:
The men call the red stuff "Ripley", after the broad in the Alien movies.

Colonel Curtis:
Come with me, Owen... I'll show you things you'll wish you'd never seen.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
F*** you.

Mr. Gray:
I know what that expression means. I've studied the foul language section of your memory warehouse. Rather distasteful, I must say.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
How about this, Mr. Gray? Eat sh*t and die.

Colonel Curtis:
Those poor schmucks... they drive Chevrolets, shop at Wal-Mart, never miss an episode of Friends. These are Americans. The idea of slaughtering Americans... it just turns my stomach.

Pete Moore:
Bite my bag, motherf***er.

Mr. Gray:
All right, Pete - I'll bite... your bag... and everything else.

Dr. Henry Devlin:
Sometimes we have to kill, but our real job is to save lives.

Colonel Curtis:
OK, Owen. OK. You just drove over the Curtis line.

Dr. Henry Devlin:
Where are you, Jonsey? Pick up the phone. Call 1-800-HENRY.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
What are you doing?

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
What? Peanut butter calms me down.

Gary 'Jonesy' Jones:
Somebody else might want to use that jar.

Joe 'Beaver' Clarendon:
I'll leave some.

Pete:
Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?

Beaver:
Well there's trim there.

Pete:
oh, Beaver.

Beaver:
What's it called when you got a constant woody and it won't go down?

Henry:
You mean priapism?

Beaver:
See, I'm practically priasmic

Barry Neiman:
Carl's Jr. has this $6 burger, which really only costs $3.95 so you think you're getting some deal but the truth is, it may be the best franchise burger out there. I went there yesterday and ordered three. By golly, those suckers almost filled me up. Ah, when I got home, I still had to have a box of Eggos but that doesn't take away from Carl's achievement. I mean, here's a guy who's got to go through life as Carl Junior, right?

Dr. Henry Devlin:
Barry?

Barry Neiman:
Like he can never get out of the shadow of his dad, the original Carl, I guess.

Dr. Henry Devlin:
Barry? Do you think this compulsive eating has something to do with thinking you killed your mother?

Colonel Curtis:
Whose radio is that?

Captain Owen Underhill:
It's not the radio, boss. They're putting it directly into our heads.

Colonel Curtis:
There it is, gentlemen. Directly into our heads. This gives you an idea what we're up against. Now if anybody is thinking, "Why, those poor helpless little fools... all naked and unarmed besides their crashed intergalactic Winnebago. What kind of a dog, what kind of a monster... could hear that heartbreak and go in just the same?" Well, I'm that dog. I'm that monster. These mothers are as harmless as a fox in a hen house. And I'm here to kick some ass! Are you with me?