The Burbs Quotes
      Art: I think the message to, uh, psychos, fanatics, murderers, nutcases all over the world is, uh, "do not mess with suburbanites". Because, uh, frankly we're just not gonna take it any more. Ya know, we're not gonna be content to look after our lawns and wax our cars, paint out houses. We're out to get them, Don, we are out to get them.
        Art: Safety is my middle name.
        Ray Peterson: I thought his middle name was Louis.
          Art: I'm tellin' ya, officer, there's a body buried in that house.
          Detective #1: The old guy, Mr. Seznick right?
          Art: Yeah the old guy who's sitting here is buried in that house.
            Art: Now they know that we know that they know that we know.
              Dr. Werner Klopek: Come now, Mr. Peterson, you were in my basement. Surely, you looked in the furnace.
              Ray Peterson: Well I-I-I-I saw your furnace, Doctor. I figured a man's furnace is his business.
              Dr. Werner Klopek: You saw one of my skulls, didn't you? Oh yes, I know you did. It belonged to a neighbor of yours. The name was Knapp. We took the house from them. I offered to buy it but you know how old people are, they grow so attached to things.
              Ray Peterson: Uh, you know, Dr. Klopek, I think I forgot my wallet...
              [Tries to get up but is held down]
              Dr. Werner Klopek: I let you keep the femur, but now, now I want my skull. Or perhaps, I might just take yours. Hans!
                Art: Being that their last house only... burned to the ground.
                Ray Peterson: Yeah?
                Art: Yeah a hideous raging inferno.
                  Ricky: Ya know, did you ever see the movie "The Centinal," Mr Peterson? It's about the old guy who owns the apartment which is kinda like the, uh, gateway to hell.
                  Ray Peterson: No, I, I didn't see that.
                  Ricky: Well, I was doin' some thinkin' and you know, being that their last house burned down and all, it's like maybe, somebody left the gate open.
                    Mark Rumsfield: Are you completely pussy-whipped? Why don't you just take your balls out of your wifes purse... make a stand for one time in your life.
                      Ray Peterson: Nobody knocks off an old man in my neighborhood and gets away with it.
                        Mark Rumsfield: In Southeast Asia we'd call this kind of thing bad karma.
                          Ricky Butler: Hey, Mrs. Rumsfield, no tan lines. Looks nice.
                          Mark Rumsfield: That kid next door's a meatball.
                            Ray Peterson: I've never seen that. I've never seen anybody drive their garbage down to the street and bang the hell out of it with a stick. I-I've never seen that.
                              Ray Peterson: [chanting] I'm not going to listen to this, I'm not going to here this now.
                              Art: Ray! Ray! Your chanting!
                              [points to book]
                              Art: Ray, unconscious chanting... your chanting!
                              Ray Peterson: [continues Chanting with fingers in ears]
                              Art: [chants] I want to kill everyone. Satan is good. Satan is our pal.
                              Art: Hey, once they get in here,
                              [points to Ray's head]
                              Art: its over pal.
                                Carol Peterson: You were up at the crack of dawn watching a dog poop.
                                  Mark Rumsfield: Hey, Ricky, get this lame-o out of your yard.
                                  Ricky Butler: [puts his arm around his friend] Get out of my yard, Lame-o!
                                    Art: Hey, hey, hey. Who the heck ordered the blood shake? Hey, Ray, it's not Skip. It's Art. I'm just pretending to be Skip. Say, you didn't happen to see an ice pick around here, did you?
                                      Ricky Butler: Green sky at morning, neighbor take warning.
                                      Ray Peterson: Green sky at night?
                                      Ricky Butler: Neighbor take flight?
                                        Art Wiengartner: I don't know what to say... What, do you want me to move?
                                          Ray Peterson: Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs, Art, people like Skip, people who mow their lawn for the 800th time, and then SNAP? WELL, THAT'S US. IT'S NOT THEM, THAT'S US. WE'RE the ones who are vaulting over the fences, and peeking in through people's windows. We're the ones who are THROWING GARBAGE IN THE STREET, AND LIGHTING FIRES. WE'RE THE ONES WHO ARE ACTING SUSPICIOUS AND PARANOID, ART. WE'RE THE LUNATICS. US. IT'S NOT THEM. It's us.
                                            Smells like they're cooking a god dam cat over there!
                                            -Mark Rumsfield