[to Trish and Darry] You've got something it likes... one of you.
It dresses like a man, but only to hide that it's not.
It eats lungs so it can breath, it eats eyes so it can see. Whatever it eats...becomes a part of it.
I don't know if its a demon or a devil...or just some hungry thing from some dark place in time...I just know that it's not gonna stop coming after you, or anyone else it wants to. Once it has the scent of something it likes...It can't, it can't stop.
When you hear that song you run, and I mean run! 'Cause that song means something terrible for you, something so terrible you couldn't dream of it...not in your worst most terrible nightmare!
I think Its eaten too many hearts for Its own to ever stop...
It needs to scare you. There's something in fear, something it can smell. Something that tells it if there's anything inside someone that it might...like.
Every 23rd Spring for 23 days it gets to...eat...
Have you seen the cats yet?
[to Sergent Tubbs] You've got missing persons and a fire in the next county, go do something useful!
Trish: [after being attacked] What the hell was that guy's problem?
Darry: For my 1st guess, INBREEDING‼
Trish: [as Darry speeds up behind a camper] Come on, Darry.
Darry: [trying to read the liscense plate that says 6A4EVR] ..."Gay-Gay Fever"--no, "Gay Forever." "Gay Forever," that's mine. That's three for little bro'.
Trish: That's a six, not a G, you idiot. That's "Sexy Forever." That's mine. That's five to two.
Trish: "Gay Fever?"
Darry: [as they speed up next to the camper and see an old couple] Woah...Sexy Forever, huh?
Trish: You know that is you in forty years.
Darry: There's usually a reason why you like the long way home.
Trish: Gee, like, maybe I like the country?
Darry: Mmmm, okay.
Trish: Just drive, brat.
Darry: Hey, I'm only thinking the same thing mom and dad are going to be thinking. "Trisha, Trisha why are you driving home for spring break with your brat brother, and not heading off somewhere with that nice 'Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team-Guy'?"
Trish: Ugh, I will tell them the same thing I'll tell you: None of your goddamn business.
Darry: [After Trish turns off the radio] You wanted the back way home. Thats 10 hours of preachers, farm reports, and country music.
Trish: Could you possibly just shut up and drive, please?
Darry: "You broke my heart in two. Now I can't find the...Duct tape to put it together for you." Come on, girl, sing along now. "When I met you, I thought I would die. I wanted to cry. Didn't know you were evil, or that you would hurt me...'Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team-Guy'. Turns out you're a twit and a real--"[The Creeper's truck comes up behind them, horns blairing] Jesus‼
Darry: [about his cellphone] Don't worry I have a power cord for that.
Trish: Yeah, and I have a cigarette lighter, THAT DOESN'T WORK!
Darry: We have to get out of here.
Trish: No, let's stay and feed the birds.
[after running over the Creeper]
Darry: Is he dead?
Trish: They never are.
Trish: [looking back at the road] That was a stop sign.
Darry: You're kidding, right?
Trish: In your car, I'd be kidding.
Darry: On this road? I haven't seen a car in fifty miles.
Darry: He dumped something down that pipe.
Trish: Wrapped in a sheet.
Darry: Wrapped in rope and a sheet.
Trish: Wrapped in rope and a sheet with red stains on it... just get us out of here!
[Trish and Darry pull up at the Cat Lady's house]
Darry: Come on, Trish, look at this place. Let's just keep going. I mean it, come on.
Trish: You don't wanna get help?
Darry: Help from who?
Trish: Let's just use the phone.
Darry: And call who?
Trish: I don't know.
Darry: And tell them what?
Trish: I don't know!
Darry: "Hey, bum-fuck police, I'm being chased by a guy who likes to pull tongues out of severed heads with his teeth. Is there a special extension for that?"
The Cat Lady: You got ten seconds to get your ass out of my yard, and don't think I'm gonna tell ya twice!
Trish: Get the hell away from him.
Darry: What are you doing, Trish?
Trish: Get the hell away from him!
Trish: Christ, do you think they even have a phone?