Roman: Chet is gonna shit a solid gold brick when he sees us. Chet: (out of breath) ahh, big...big..big Bear! Big Bear!
[Chet getting pulled behind the boat on water-skies]
Chet:
you bastard, you bastard!
Roman:
I think he's saying go faster.
Roman:
Pontoon boat? Whaddya going to do with a pontoon boat? Retake Omaha Beach?
Roman:
You know what the gourmet here wanted? Hotdogs! You know what they're made of, Chet? Huh? Lips and assholes!
Bartender:
He's been struck by lightning... how many times has it been now, Reg?
Reg:
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-six...
Chet:
Six times?
Reg:
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-six-sixty-sixty-six times. In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-In-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n the head!
Connie Ripley:
Just make sure you don't take any of our stuff!
Kate Craig:
Stuff? What stuff?
Connie Ripley:
Oh we got stuff!
