David Cross credited as playing...
Dwight
- Dwight Hartman: Okay, thanks, "Handyman".
- Hanson: I'm actually the caretaker. Oh, aren't those cool new skates? Now you be careful with those, you don't want to fall and break something.
- Dwight Hartman: Oh, that's funny, that's real funny. Um, let me give you a "hand."
- [starts clapping]
- Hanson: Why, that's awful kind of you. Why don't you give me a "standing ovation?"
- Dwight Hartman: Why don't you "lift me up?"
- Hanson: Ha, ok, I see where you're going with this one. You look familiar to me. Were you in "STOMP"?
- Dwight Hartman: Hey you can kiss my grits!
- Hanson: I think I'll be the bigger man, now, and walk away. "Walk" away.
- Dwight Hartman: Let's split up.
- Brenda Meeks: Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh UH! Now wait a minute, hold up! How come when anytime this scary shit happens, and we should stick together, you white people always say "let's split up"?
- Theo: She's right, we should stick together.
- Dwight Hartman: She's right. Okay.
- [pointing to Cindy, Buddy and Theo]
- Dwight Hartman: You three, follow me!
- [Brenda, Shorty and Ray are left alone]
- Shorty Meeks: Ain't that a bitch.
- [the three of them begin to cry]
- Brenda Meeks: We gonna die, y'all.
- Dwight Hartman: Heh-hey! Hey there little guy, how are you doing?
- Little Bird: Fuck off, four eyes.
- Dwight Hartman: H... h... I beg your pardon?
- Little Bird: I said: "Fuck off... four eyes"
- Dwight Hartman: You know, I oughta kick your ass!
- Shorty Meeks: Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Relax, son, it's just a bird. Hi little birdy... Polly want a cracker?
- Little Bird: Polly want your momma's sweet ass.
- Shorty Meeks: ...what did Polly say to me?
- Little Bird: I said: "Polly wants your momma's... sweet ass".
- Shorty Meeks: You don't be talking 'bout my momma son, you don't know my momma son!
- Little Bird: Yeah, I know your momma, I fucked her last night.
- Shorty Meeks: You want beef? I'll fuck you up!
- Little Bird: Ooooh! I'm shaking, I'm shaking.
- Shorty Meeks: Aw no fuck this, I'm handling this shit like a gentleman, ya'll. Hold my tooth son.
- Little Bird: Yeah come on bitch, you and that Kotter's hairstyle wanna piece of me? Come on, bring it on!
- Shorty Meeks: What you hardcore? Gimme somethin'!
- Little Bird: Lemme outta here, come on pussy. Lemme outta here, I'll fuck you up!
- Buddy: Are you okay, Dwight?
- Dwight Hartman: I can't... I can't feel my legs...
- [pause]
- Dwight Hartman: Aaahahaha! I can't feel my legs!
- Ray Wilkins: You never could.
- Dwight Hartman: Hey... you stay out of this, all right?
- Hanson: [while reaching out to Dwight who is hanging from the third floor window] Here! Take my hand!
- Dwight Hartman: NO! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! Give me your OTHER hand!
- Buddy: Hey, Cind.
- Cindy Campbell: Hey, Buddy.
- Buddy: [punches her in the boob] Open chest! Oh, come on. You gotta be quicker than that A cup.
- [Cindy crawls up]
- Theo: Hey, guys.
- [all the guys say hello and look at her sexually]
- Theo: Well, are you boys gonna sit there with your mouths open or is someone gonna offer me a seat?
- [everyone pushes their chairs towards her]
- Dwight Hartman: [Dwight pushes wheelchair towards her and sits on Ray's leg] I warmed it up for you. It's the best seat in the house.
- Ray Wilkins: Second best.
- [Ray touches Dwight's hair]
- Hanson: Who's ready for a wing?
- Dwight Hartman: Yours or the turkeys?
- Shorty Meeks: Oh shit, son.
- Hanson: Well, I know what you'd like. How about a leg?
- Dwight Hartman: I know what you thinking. That I fire three shots or a hundred and seventeen? Well, do you feel lucky,
- [pause]
- Dwight Hartman: punk? Do you
- [pause]
- Dwight Hartman: feel lucky?
- [says faster]
- Dwight Hartman: Do you feel lucky, punk?
- Hell House Ghost: Shoot me, motherfucker.
- Dwight Hartman: How about I take these two legs... and shove them right up your ass - all the way to the knee.