Dane Rhodes: Randy
Don : You gonna talk over him?
Kane : We didn't bury him.
Don : Well, it looked like you were gonna say something. So either say it or cover him the fuck up.
Trixie : Poor R.A.
Don : Why are we wasting our time with Thelma? There's a great RV just down the road.
Randy : What the hell are you talking about?
Don : Well... the old fucker's dead. He died of a heart attack or AIDS or some damn thing. And I had to shoot mini Cujo. So let's take his RV.
Kane : So because he's dead, we can just take his RV?
Don : He sure as fuck isn't gonna use it.
Soggy Christian : Hey, where's Malcolm?
Randy : Found a boat, his hat, spare tire but no Malcolm.
Trixie : The hell did you get us into anyway, Kane?
Kane : Got you into a thousand bucks, that's what.
Trixie : Got us into a cluster fuck.
Kane : Take needle dick here down to the old fucker's RV and bring it up here. At least all of us can sleep inside tonight.
Don : Come on, bounce-boy.
Randy : You old fuckers are funny.