If Hoop only halucinated that he grew quills, then his mother shouldn't have been able to see the puncture wounds.
Stroker: Hey, could you give me that address again? I don't have a pen.
Vicki: It's Toddco Headquarters.
Stroker: Well, you should've said that in the first place instead of trying to be all badass.
Vicki: Fourteen minutes.
Stroker Wait a minute, you're going to count your bad directions? You bitch!
Stroker: Superheros suck. They're for twelve-year-olds and thirty-year-old virgins.
Double Wide: Easy now!
Dr. Raymond: Those aren't heroin needles. Those are porcupine needles. They can cause a nasty infection. That could explain his moodiness and hallucinations.
Hoop's Mom: Is gay prostitution a symptom?
Dr. Raymond: No. I think he's just gay.
Hoop's Mom: Get out!
Hoop: My porcupine sense is telling me that I am not wanted here.
C.A.R.R.: All right, Hoop. One of your powers actually works.
Margarita Mixer: Destroy All Humans... I'm going to make a margarita... out of your hand. (Sticks blender blade out.)