Buck Wild

& Candy: I hate you!
    Clyde: Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

& Clyde: What’s a chupacabra?
    Tom: I think he said “chalupa.”
    Jerry: He said “chupacabra.” It’s a legendary cryptid rumored to inhabit parts of the Americas. The infamous chupacabra, or “goat sucker,” drinks the blood of its victim. Some say they’re just rabid coyotes with mange. Others swear they’re pure evil.
    Craig: How the hell do you know all that?
    Jerry: Ah, I used to hook up with a Mexican farm girl.

& Clyde: Gather ’round and listen up. I’m only gonna say this once. Bed’s for sleepin’. Pool table’s for poolin’. TV’s for watchin’.

& Clyde: Table for eatin’... This is the kitchen.
    Craig: For cookin’?

& Clyde: If you’ll look out back, you’ll notice a barbecue pit for barbecuin’, a seatin’ area for seatin’, and a 4-by—

& Craig: This is gonna be one hell of a trip. I mean not as good as the one I had planned last year but a close second or third. Top 5— 10.

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& Jerry: Nietzsche once said, “love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.”
    Clyde: Thanks.
    Jerry: What that means is that women are crazy. You can’t allow them to twist your reality.

& Jerry: What? When nature calls, I say hello.

& Jerry: They’ll come for us.
    Clyde: What?!
    Jerry: Zombies.

& Jerry: I told you. You got to destroy the brain.

& Jerry: What are you doing?!
    Tom: If I’m gonna die, I’m gonna do it in a pair of pants.

& Tom: I just killed a priest, man.
    Jerry: You sure did. With a crucifix no less. That’s kind of poetic. Congrats.

& Jerry: Once more unto the breach, dear friends.
    Clyde: ????
    Jerry: Bill Shakespeare.

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