Wade: I'm sorry, we just needed a fan belt.
Bo: A fanbelt? You walk in on a funeral for a fucking fanbelt?
Wade: [sniffing something foul in the air] Something's dead out there.
Blake: [sniffing also] Nuh uh. Something's dead right here.
[Nick is about to break a shop window]
Carly: Nick, don't! They'll hear us.
Nick: [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: Yeah, that looks about right.
Blake: [choosing who to give the keys to] Actually, I'm going to let my man drive.
[hands Dalton the keys]
Dalton: You heard the man, get in the car!
Nick: [squeezes Dalton's nipple] Give me the keys.
Dalton: Okay!
Carly: I don't believe this. You steal a car and it's my fault. You evade arrest and it's the cops' fault...
Nick: One of 'em took a swing at me.
Carly: 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: I'm surrounded by idiots.
Carly: So then why did you come, to piss me off?
Nick: Why don't you get it? You're the good twin, I'm the evil one.
Carly: Grow up. You are so afraid to take things seriously.
Wade: [notices how well Nick throws the football to Blake] Nice arm... I can see why they gave you a scholarship.
Nick: [holds up hand] Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?
Wade: Yeah... it is.
Blake: [to the stranger in the truck] Yo, man. You need something?
Carly: What does he want?
Wade: Hey, can you turn off your lights, please?
[no response]
Paige: 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: 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: NICK!
[pause]
Carly: Oh, my...
Dalton: [yelling at the man in the truck] WHAT?
Carly: [approaching the door to the wax museum] Doesn't 'closed' mean 'I don't want you in here?'
Wade: Relax. No one'll care
Carly: What if's someone's here?
Wade: [calling out] Hello? Anyone in here?
[after silence]
Wade: See? Fine. Look how cool this is. Everything in here is
wax, the floors, the walls, look at this!
[gestures to a large ornament]
Wade: This is wax
Carly: [sarcastic] Yeah, cool, awesome.
Wade: Who are these people supposed to be? Aren't there supposed to be famous people in a wax museum? I don't recognize this guy.