Carly Jones:
[
Carly hears a noise outside the tent] Wade, wake up. Wade! I heard something.
Wade:
Yeah, it's probably the serial killers or something.
Blake:
[
choosing who to give the keys to] Actually, I'm going to let my man drive.
[
hands Dalton the keys]
Dalton Chapman:
You heard the man, get in the car!
Nick Jones:
[
squeezes Dalton's nipple] Give me the keys.
Dalton Chapman:
Okay!
Carly Jones:
You have to be careful!
Nick Jones:
I am being careful.
Paige Edwards:
Did you find that fan belt thing or whatever?
[
scraping a piece of the House of Wax off with his knife]
Wade:
It is wax, like... literally.
Carly Jones:
Please don't kill me.
Paige Edwards:
That's weird.
Bo:
What are you doing?
Carly Jones:
Waiting for Wade.
Nick Jones:
Bye, Wade.
Wade:
Asshole.
Blake:
[
to Nick and Dalton] Are you two gonna have sex with each other? 'Cause me and Paige are.
Paige Edwards:
I swear, he's starting to like that car more then me now.
Carly Jones:
It's okay, he's gone.
Wade:
I just don't get what his beef is with me.
Carly Jones:
Nick has beef with everyone.
Nick Jones:
I swear to God, if you hurt her... VINCENT!
Nick Jones:
He did this to you?
Dalton Chapman:
You're just gonna let 'em leave like that? That guy's a freak, he throws dead animals in a pit for a living.
Nick Jones:
You clean shit for a living, Mr. Septic Tank Man. What's the difference?
Dalton Chapman:
Well, um... I don't walk through it. That's one difference.
Carly Jones:
[
about the smell] I think it's coming from over there.
Paige Edwards:
[
sarcastically] Yeah, let's follow the smell.
Paige Edwards:
[
after giving Dalton a makeover] He looks like a smurf.
Carly Jones:
I don't believe this. You steal a car and it's my fault. You evade arrest and it's the cops' fault...
Nick Jones:
One of 'em took a swing at me.
Carly Jones:
You get kicked out of the house, it's mom and dad's fault. You lose your football scholarship and it's the coach's fault! You can't keep a job for more than two weeks because it's every manager's fault!
Nick Jones:
I'm surrounded by idiots.
Carly Jones:
So then why did you come, to piss me off?
Nick Jones:
Why don't you get it? You're the good twin, I'm the evil one.
Carly Jones:
Grow up. You are so afraid to take things seriously.
Nick Jones:
[
kicking a cup out of a homeless guy's hand] Get a job.
Dalton Chapman:
Hey, do you think that Wade will stay with Carly after she moves to New York?
Nick Jones:
I don't know. Maybe...
Dalton Chapman:
Cause, you know... the way she's been lookin' at me...
Nick Jones:
Hey! It ain't happening, man. And even if it was happening - it ain't happening. Nothing personal.
Dalton Chapman:
Why's that? I mean, you like me better than Wade, right?
Nick Jones:
[
sighs] Wade's not so bad.
Dalton Chapman:
Yeah, I like Wade, too.
Blake:
[
after Dalton is given a make-over] He looks like Elton John, only more gay.
Dalton Chapman:
Elton John is gay?
Paige Edwards:
Lip balm. I dropped my stupid lip balm.
Wade:
I'm sorry, we just needed a fanbelt
Bo:
A fanbelt? You walk in on a funeral for a fucking fanbelt?
Nick Jones:
You're saying that that's a real person... underneath?
Trudy Sinclair:
[
talking to a young Bo] Shuddup! Oooh, why can't you be more like your brother?
Nick Jones:
Ugh, Dalton, did you crap your pants again?
Dalton Chapman:
What? No! I don't know, maybe. I am wearing my work clothes.
Nick Jones:
[
stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the game] It's not moving.
Blake:
It'll MOVE!
Paige Edwards:
It's not moving.
Blake:
It will!
Nick Jones:
Turn it around! Dude, turn the car around!
[
Blake leans his head down in defeat, hitting the horn and making it blare]
Carly Jones:
No, there's no-one at the gas station!
Paige Edwards:
We'll meet you back at camp, but more than a few yards away from that pet cemetery.
Wade:
[
sniffing something foul in the air] Something's dead out there.
Blake:
[
sniffing also] Nuh uh. Something's dead right here.
Wade:
[
runs a lighter along one of Vincent's waxed miniature statues and talking in a silly voice] Oh no, there's a fire! Help me, Carly! My skirt's gonna catch on fire, my legs are all hot, you're my hero!
Carly Jones:
[
stopping him] That's not cool.
[
Carly sees a human face in the window that moves away]
Wade:
[
after she jumps] What?
Carly Jones:
I just saw somebody!
Wade:
It was probably a wax thing.
Carly Jones:
No, no, it wasn't a wax thing it was moving and it was freaky looking!
Wade:
[
notices how well Nick throws the football to Blake] Nice arm... I can see why they gave you a scholarship.
Nick Jones:
[
holds up hand] Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?
Wade:
Yeah... it is.
[
Nick is sitting alone while everyone is making out. Dalton comes up to him with his camera]
Nick Jones:
[
grinning] Don't even think about it, I ain't kissing you, dude.
Dalton Chapman:
[
mocking disappointment] Aw, come on. You know you want to.
[
Nick and Dalton laugh]
Dalton Chapman:
Ha-ha, just kidding. Psyche! I wouldn't kiss your ass for shit, man.
Bo:
I'm sorry mama, some people just have no respect.
[
last lines]
Dave:
[
on radio] Sheriff?
Sheriff:
Yeah, Dave?
Dave:
Ran the Sinclair family through CDIC. Trudy and the doctor didn't have two sons. They had three.
[
first lines]
Trudy Sinclair:
You are being such a good boy. Would you like some more cereal, sweetheart? Here you go.
Bo:
Trudy got a cyst in her brain.
Roadkill Driver:
[
sees Carly eyeing the knife on his belt] You like knives.
Carly Jones:
[
sarcastically] Not really.
Roadkill Driver:
Sorry. I kind of get used to the smell.
Carly Jones:
Really? I don't think I could ever get used to it.
[
upon seeing Vincent drive up to his place with two more dead bodies]
Bo:
[
muttering] Damn it. I told him before never to come up here!
[
Nick is about to break a shop window]
Carly Jones:
Nick, don't! They'll hear us.
Nick Jones:
[
stops for a moment] Look, they're going to catch us anyway. But this way we have a more of a chance.
[
He breaks the window and steps in to take a crossbow]
Nick Jones:
Yeah, that looks about right.
[
seeing all the fan belts]
Wade:
He has everything but a 15 inch fan belt. Where is he anyway? He said he'd be 30 minutes, its been almost 45.
[
sighs]
Wade:
I guess I'll have to make do with a 16.
[
grabs it]
Bo:
[
from behind] You plan on stealing that?
Wade:
[
startled] No, I ah - I left money by the cash register.
[
indeed he did as a $20 bill lies there]
Bo:
[
Baby Jane is singing in the background] I know you're in here.
Bo:
[
to Vincent] Hey, town's looking real good. We almost finished what ma started. Those two are good, they'll fit perfectly. What I tell, huh? Ain't your work more real now? Ma would be proud, yeah she'd be real proud. She always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you. There's two more, we've still got a lot of work to do.
Carly Jones:
Are you okay?
[
Nick looks at her]
Nick Jones:
We're okay.
Blake:
[
to the stranger in the truck] Yo, man. You need something?
Carly Jones:
What does he want?
Wade:
Hey, can you turn off your lights, please?
[
no response]
Paige Edwards:
Okay, this is getting kinda creepy.
Blake:
Hey, come on, man, get out of here! Nothing to see here, let's go!
Wade:
Can we help you?
Carly Jones:
Maybe we're on his property?
Wade:
Nah, we didn't pass the gate.
Blake:
Hey man, turn your lights off! Hello? Turn your lights off! No, I'm serious. Turn your lights off or I'll whip this on your ass!
Wade:
Hey, hey, it's cool, man.
[
Nick throws a bottle and smashes one of the headlights]
Carly Jones:
NICK!
[
pause]
Carly Jones:
Oh, my...
Nick Jones:
[
yelling at the man in the truck] WHAT?
[
Wade starts up his car. It rumbles badly for a second and then cuts out]
Wade:
[
looking under hood] What the hell?
[
sees broken fan belt]
Wade:
I just bought this fan belt. It's brand new.
[
throwing it on the ground]
Wade:
Someone has got to be f - king with me!
Carly Jones:
This Vincent guy is quite the artist.
Wade:
Yeah. I think this Vincent guy needs therapy.
Wade:
[
to a dog he thinks is made of wax] What up, dog?
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