Masters of Horror

Walker:
[first lines to a run over rattler] You're not done yet!

Jim Wheeler:
[to a bound captive] I never get involved in another man's work

Stacia:
The only question is which one of you is the bigger psycho?

Bruce:
Everyone's sorry for something Ellen... I'll survive.

Wally:
Who knows, you might meet a rock 'n roll nymphomaniac.

M.C.:
Let me caution those of you whose nerves are not what they used to be - get the f*** out now!

M.C.:
Management has requested no guns, no meaningful conversations and no self-surgery during the show.

Boxx:
I think I feel something goin' up the stairs into my f***in' brain!

Boxx:
You can have your walking under moonlight beams, at a hundred miles an hour let me dream my f***ing dreams!

Boxx:
Struggle - Verb. Act of promiscuous love play. Usage evolved during World War III. Personally recommended!

M.C.:
You're funny. That'll destroy you some day.

Peggy:
Pain transforms the sensitive into cynics.

Peggy:
What are you doing here?

Jak:
Short circuiting tragedy. The world's got big teeth, eats girls like you for kicks.

Boxx:
You got something ugly inside of you and it wants out. I don't want to be around when it starts hissing.

Jak:
There's no more California. Haven't you heard?

Casino Manager:
Why does everything have to have a why with you people? You know, it's a woman with deer legs, motive really isn't an issue here.

Dwight Faraday:
A new kind of animal, one we haven't seen before. In London, in 1981 a series of brutal animal attacks were directly linked to a freak wolf that was gunned down in Piccadilly Circus.

[repeted line]

other:
Shut up Fuches!

Librarian:
What are you doing here? This is a restricted area. The rare book room is always locked. How did you get in?

Walter Gilman:
I don't know.

Librarian:
How did you get this book? No one has permission to see the Necronomicon. No one! Who let you in?

Walter Gilman:
Please... I...

Masurewicz:
Are you having the dreams?

Walter Gilman:
They are not dreams. They're real.

Masurewicz:
She has come. Your soul is in peril.

Walter Gilman:
This house is infested with rats. I can hear them in the walls.

Mr. Dombrowski - Manager:
No pets, no parties, no loud music. This is a quiet building.

Walter Gilman:
I'm a grad student at the university doing my thesis. I just need a quiet place to study.

Mr. Dombrowski - Manager:
Student! Then I'm gonna need an extra months rent in advance.

Walter Gilman:
I can't afford another month's rent. You gotta... come on man, I really need this apartment.

Mr. Dombrowski - Manager:
Well, I don't like renting to students. Young people, they have no respect.

Mr. Dombrowski - Manager:
You ain't gonna find any cheaper than this.

Walter Gilman:
Yeah, I know. I'll take it.

Brown Jenkin:
She's comin'... She's coming for you.

The Woman:
This island isn't in the human world; demons and whores are the only ones living here.

Bruce:
Well, if you're going to act like a whore, I'm going to f*** you like a whore.

Ellen:
Hell of a night, huh Moonface

Buddy:
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. You see so many bad things in your life. It all comes in through your eyes. And sometimes your eyes lie to you, and show you things you don't wanna see. The eyes see all the evil, all the evil in the world...

Chief Charlie:
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a duck with a meat cleaver.

Fung:
I know what you want, you want to see the movie!

Jim Wheeler:
They're not human beings; they're just snakes in the snow.

Walker:
Now, our judgmental trucker friend here, he's the type of guy who likes to hunt. He likes to theorize about prey, and he likes to think about worthy opponents and fair game, and just with all that bullshit. He loves it. Very romantic. Now, he thinks he ain't a predator. You should have seen him back at that bus. [inhales] [pause] You see all these little trinkets? These little souvenirs? Look at that. He never saw the Horrible Thing. He just kept the button. [chuckles] Now, your genuinely dangerous individuals, they almost never look... crazy. They don't have any weird tattoos, they don't have any weird stitches on their face, no funny-shaped heads - they are *not* [licks his lips] predictable.

Ida Teeter:
Hello there, ladybug. Give me some skin.

Max:
Babes or bugs. You can't have both.

Ida Teeter:
It's bad enough she was saying those things about us, but Betty! Oh, geez, Betty. You were laughing

Misty Falls:
So I was laughing. Big, flip, f***ing deal, Ida. You are such a baby. I sat here all day, washing your dirty underwear, doing your dishes, and feeding your stupid f***ing bugs, and you try to give me shit? That cunt down the hall is the one you should be mad at, not me, god damn it!

Ida Teeter:
Misty, I'm just, I- I'm sorry.

Misty Falls:
You ungrateful, whiney little bitch. I should rip your f***ing eyes out for talking to me like that!

Edgar Allan Poe:
I have little sense of the world around me. Such is my genius.