Mrs. Jones: I hear you whispering. Plan on stealing something from me?
Elliot: No, ma'am. We're not.
Mrs. Jones: Plan on murdering me in my sleep?
Elliot: What? No!
Elliot: No, ma'am. We're not.
Mrs. Jones: Plan on murdering me in my sleep?
Elliot: What? No!
"We're packing hot dogs for the road. You know, hot dogs get a bad rap. They've got a cool shape. They've got protein. You like hot dogs, right?"
— Nursery Owner
"Plastic. I'm talking to a plastic plant. I'm still doing it."
— Elliot Moore
"My firearm is my friend! It will not leave my side!"
— Private Auster
"Why you eyeing my lemon drink?"
— Mrs. Jones
