Hitchhiker: You could have dinner with us... my brother makes good head cheese! You like head cheese?
Franklin: Hey man, you ever go in that slaughter room or whatever they call it? The place where they shoot cattle in the head with that big air gun?
Hitchhiker: Oh, that gun's no good.
Franklin: I was in there once with my uncle.
Hitchhiker: The old way... with a sledge! You see, that way's better. They die
better that way.
Franklin: Well, how come? I thought the gun was better.
Hitchhiker: Oh, no. With the new way... people were put out of jobs.
Franklin: Did you do that?
Hitchhiker: [digs through pouch for a few pictures] Look!
[hands them to Franklin]
Hitchhiker: I was the
killer!
Franklin: [looking at the pictures] Damn...
Jerry: That's the last goddamn hitchhiker I ever pick up.
Jerry: Hi, Mister. Would you fill 'er up, please?
Old Man: I got no gas.
Franklin: What? You're all out of gas?
Old Man: My tank's empty! Transport woun't be here until late this afternoon. Maybe not even 'til tomorrow morning.
Franklin: Hey, do you know where the old Franklin place is?
Old Man: The old Franklin place?
Franklin: Yeah, it's an old two-story rock house that sitting up on a hill. I thought it might be back on that road someplace, but I'm not really sure.
Old Man: Uh... yeah, maybe I've seen something like that up that way. Well now look, you boys don't want to go messin' around some old house.
Those things is dangerous. You're liable to get hurt.
Kirk: We'll be careful.
Old Man: No, seriously. You don't want to go fooling around other folks' property. If some folks don't like it... they don't mind showing you.
Sally: [when they arrive at the old house, upon seeing its condition] Oh, I wish they hadn't let the place fall apart.
Jerry: Now it looks like the birthplace of Bela Lugosi.