| Movie |
Tales from the Crypt: Demon Knight |
| Year |
1995 |
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The Collector:
Humans. You're not worth the flesh you're printed on!
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Crypt Keeper:
Fasten your drool cups, and ready your vomit bags! We're going to the movies! Frights, camera, action!
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Uncle Willy:
[drunk] Boy, listen to that thunder! God's doing some serious thinkin' tonight. I bet he's saying, "On second thought, maybe I shoulda given it all to the monkeys."
Brayker:
Maybe it's not too late.
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Cordelia:
Are my sheets done yet?
Jeryline:
They're downstairs. And I couldn't get all those stains out, either.
Cordelia:
Damn guacamole.
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Brayker:
[eating slop] You want some?
Uncle Willy:
Hell, no! I'm just thinking about how much better that stuff looked when it was roadkill.
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The Collector:
Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? I know that sounds like a line - Lord knows I've used it - but I mean it.
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Brayker:
[dying] When the stars line up, you'll know what to do. I can't tell you how long - it may be a lifetime, may be several. On that day, you'll fight. And when that night is over, you'll do what I just did. Watch your back, Jeryl, watch your back.
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Roach:
You know this "Hell on Earth" business? Big ***ing deal - I've got hemmorhoids.
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Roach:
Via con dios.
The Collector:
And a via con diablos to you, too, sir.
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The Collector:
Do me a favor? Don't scream. Just hear what I've gotta say... and then scream.
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Uncle Willie:
Jeryline you wouldn't hurt your old uncle will now would you baby.
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The Collector:
All right, this property... is hereby... condemned
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Irene:
Get that *** off the table!
[Cordelia hops off the table]
Irene:
I meant the cat.
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[after a demon trys to break through the barrier and is melted]
Uncle Willy:
OH that is disgusting
Jeryline:
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT***
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The Collector:
[Brayker has just burned his face with the Key causing him to jump off the window] HUMANS...You're not worth the flesh you're printed on...
[taking off his outfit]
The Collector:
*** this cowboy*** You ***ing ho-dunk, po-dunk, well then there mother***ers! All you had to do was give me the goddamn key! Then we could get on with our lives.
[cuts his hand to make new creatures]
The Collector:
Alright...this house is hereby...condemned....
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Irene:
This is crazy.
Brayker:
Deal with it.
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