Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted.
Reverend Lowe: You see, you meddling little shit.
Milt Sturmfuller: Ow! That's it. Oh, that hurts my parts.
Uncle Red: I mean, uh, what the heck you gonna shoot a .44 bullet at anyway... made out of silver?
Mac: How about a werewolf?