Ernest Goes to Jail1990

Rubin Bartlett:
Not so fast!

Ernest P. Worrell:
[After being 'resurrected' by the electric chair and is stopped by Rubin from leaving] You better watch out Rubin. I'll zot you.

Rubin Bartlett:
You're a dead man, Worrell.

Ernest P. Worrell:
Very well. You asked for it. After all, I am Ernest P. Worrell, electro-man. [His electrical flux fails and several metal things stop clinging and fall off his body] A-hih-heh-hih-hih! Did I ever tell you that you really have a classic Greek profile?

Rubin Bartlett:
Shut up.

Lyle:
Let him go.

Ernest P. Worrell:
Lyle! You talk! That's great!

Rubin Bartlett:
Have you flipped? Come on, we've got to get rid of this guy before he blows the whole thing!

Lyle:
No, he's different than us!

Rubin Bartlett:
Shut up and get out of my way! [Lyle knocks him to the ground unconscious]

Lyle:
You better go. Mr. Nash is probably robbing the bank right now.

Ernest P. Worrell:
Nash? Well, come with me.

Lyle:
I don't belong out there. I got a place in here.

Ernest P. Worrell:
Well, I'm gonna miss you, big buddy.

Lyle:
Ernest, things won't be the same without you. You know what I mean?

Ernest P. Worrell:
I believe anyone does. So long, Lyle. I'll send you a cake. I'm coming, Charlotte!