Dr. Hellstrom: "Like a battle of gruesome robots, once they begin they cannot stop. With their own parts strewn upon the ground, they continue to fight. The battle ending only when the last of them is dismembered and dead."
Dr. Bern: "It's Sam the gardener! He turned into a zombie. Damn. There's only one way to deal with him. A shot in the head's the only way to deal with a zombie elimination. Now let's get these bodies in the car and get out of here. Damn."
Narrator: "The body heat from its victim causes the botfly eggs to hatch. Tiny larvae drop onto the new host and burrow into the skin."
Dr. Catts: "It begins to create an ulcer-like sore by feeding on the connective tissue of the host. It has mouth hooks, like a pair of fangs, sort of, and they scratch away at this tissue and then the larvae as it's scratching away it's twisting around, so it is squirming as well while it's taking in this food. It's a repulsive kind of thing to pull this maggot out of somebody's skin."
Interviewer: "And we're back with evangelist and moral crusader the Reverend Aaron Gilstrom whose dropped by with some visual aides. We're talking today about rock pornography. I'll have to agree with you, we have some pretty ribald stuff here. Those rockers really have a strange sense of humor, don't they?"
Rev. Gilstrom: "I don't think it's a sense of humor. I think they're just out-and-out sick people. I think they're trying to make everyone else around them who listens to their music as sick as they are."
Interviewer: "Reverend, let me ask you a question. This album Do It Like A Dog, now this has to be about animal behavior, is that right?"
Rev. Gilstrom: "Let me give you an example..."
Interviewer: "OK."
Rev. Gilstrom: "...perhaps one of the lyrics..."
Interviewer: "All right."
Rev. Gilstrom: "Tell me what you honestly think about..."
Interviewer: "Go right ahead."
Rev. Gilstrom: "'Gunna drive my long steel missile down on your love channel / Deep, deep you'll beg for more / Raising Hell and serpent's gore / Feel me, feel me.' Now what does that mean to you? To me, it means nothing but a sexual act."
Forsythe: "Roger, I had a very disturbing dream last night. In this dream I found myself making love to a strange man. He's old... and dying... and he smells bad, and I find him repulsive. But then he tells me that everything is erotic, that everything is sexual ... He tells me that even old flesh is erotic flesh. That disease is the love of two alien kinds of creatures for each other. That even dying is an act of eroticism ... And we make love beautifully."
Allan: "You're slime. You filth. I'm gonna take you apart. I'm gonna rip your fuckin' eyes out. I'm gonna tear you open and chew out your fuckin' heart."
"Krash Kourse In Psychopathology" (The Autophagous Orgy)[]
Lt. Williams: "So what's the good news?"
Dr. Jones: "He used a blade. He stuck it up her joy trail, and slit her wide open. He could have done a slightly better job if he'd had more time. But overall, it was a good, efficient butchery."
Professor McGregor: "We call them 'the eight squadrons of death'. First comes the common fly. It lays its eggs in the rotting corpse. And thus the cycle begins."
Paul: "And if you listen to the old-timers in town, they'll tell you he's still out there, some sort of demented creature, surviving in the wilderness, full grown by now, stalking, stealing what he needs, living off wild animals and vegetation. Some folks claim they've even seen him, right in this area. ... And he's hungry... thirsty for young blood... watching, always on the prowl for intruders. Ready to kill. Ready to devour."
Sarah: "You fucking asshole! I know you just want to fuck that prissy chick cunt. Some man, can't even fuck me anymore, you bastard."
Bronson: "Don't you ever, EVER, bitch at me in front of the men again. Do you hear me? I'll fart in your ugly face, bitch. I used to make women like you parade around the village bare pussy, bitch.
Richard Fleischer: "We decided on using the vehicle to take the bodies away with was a garbage truck because that's all they considered people. When the time came they were garbage and turned into something to eat."
Allen: "I know who you are and you are nothing. You think you are fucking something, but you are fucking nothing. You are empty. You are a zero. You are a black hole, and I'm gonna fuck you so bad you'll be coming out of your ears."
"All vital signs confirmed at flatline. Trioxin exposure commencing in 18:21 hours. Bring the Trioxin barrel into place. All right. I'm opening the valve now."
"Believe it or not, you're looking at the weapons system of the future. Biomechanical weapons driven by meat batteries. Never have to be fed or recharged. They just keep going... going."