Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III
1990
Michelle: There's road kill all over Texas.
Tex: So? How do you like Texas?
Benny: Sshh. This gun makes an awfully loud noise. And an awfully big hole. Alfredo: Do I know you? Benny: Shut up! Alfredo: Look here Mister; I am very scared of guns, so please, do not point that at my face. Benny: How many? Alfredo: How many what, OJ? Benny: How many sick bent-fucks like YOU are there out here? Alfredo: Darlin' I only got one thing to say to you; I don't like the tone of your voice. Benny: What is this? Booby traps? Camel netting? What are you people doin' out here? Alfredo: Big suprise... FUCK YOU MISTER! (Spits) Benny: (Punches Alfredo into the bog) One down.
Alfredo: I'm gonna service you real good babe.
Alfredo: It's Armageddon! It's Armageddon you bitch! Godammit!
Tex: Whaddaya think to our little lady? Tinker: ... Uncertain. Looks like she might get all screamy on us Eddie. Tex: (Slams meat cleaver on table) I wish you'd call me Tex. I told you. Tinker: Oh I'm sorry boy. Goddamit, I'm sorry... how'd you like to do us the honor of plugging that whore up?
Tex: Come on sweetheart. Let's see what you got. Benny: The fuck is wrong with you people? Why don't you leave us alone? Tex: We're hungry. Benny: You never heard of pizza?
Ryan: Do you hear what I'm saying man? We're being hunted!
Mama: Junior loves them private parts. We knows what to do with them parts. Cut my own out years ago, I did.
Tex: Time for dinner! Benny: (lights lighter) You're toast, fuck!
Scott: (searching through a pit full of decomposing bodies) I think I'm gonna barf. Kim: Not in front of them news assholes. Far side of those trees.
Kim: (finding a pit full of decomposed bodies) It's like them body pits we found up near Dong Tre... Just counting skulls, I'd say we're looking at 40 to 50 bodies here. Scott: Jesus. This is fucked.
Alfredo: (after peeping on Michelle in the bathroom) She likes it. She likes it just fine. Just ask her! Tex: Why don't you just shut up, stupid. Alfredo: You shut the fuck up, motherfucker. This is my place! I'll do whatever I want here in my place!
Tex: (stripping Ryan) Hey, looky here: colored drawers. Tex, Tinker: California.
Alfredo: (singing to himself while dumping body parts into a lake) Clean that trap Alfred, clean it good, all you motherfuckers don't tell me what I should... do. Take your ugly face Tex and ram it up your butt! (laughing) That's what I'm gonna do to you!
(after throwing body parts in a lake) Alfredo: Is it soup yet?
Benny: Yeah, militant lumberjacks - I see 'em all the time.
Tinker: Technology is our friend.
Tinker: I'll be in hell for breakfast.
Tex: I like liver.