Fran: You know, I was just thinking of Earl. How he has that way of always saying something absolutely idiotic, and I listen patiently, and I just want to wring his chubby neck. I think I'm starting to miss the guy.
Earl: I so much want to be the wild beast, to roam the forest primeval for months at a time, and yet I'm torn. I can only program my VCR two weeks in advance.
Robbie: I went out there. I hunted and killed. That hunter instinct is alive in all of us. Together, we can take on that beast! Earl: Um, no, we can't. Robbie: Why? What's holding you back? Gus: Fear. Sid: Fatigue. Roy: Low self-esteem.
Roy: Try not to dwell on it, pally boy. Don't think of that massive multi-toothed monster as he clutched your helpless son and sucked the tender meat off his bones. Aw, jeez, I'm gettin' hungry again. (Earl cries)
Grandma Ethel: Are they gone? Fran: Yes. Grandma Ethel: All right, I'm taking off my girdle.
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