Original subtitles

( car engine starts )

( wind howls steadily )

( dog yelps )

( low growl )

( heavy metal music plays )

I'm built to last.

- I'll die... - ( gun cocks )

...when l damn well please.

BIKER QUEEN: Aah!

MAN: Get me the fuck out of here.

Aah.

What do you know about this?!

Oh, shit.

What do you know?

You see that?

You see this crispy stump?

Her arm was blown off.

It was those goddamn monst--

( both screaming )

MAN: Fucker!

You dickhead lesbo!

( man continues yelling )

l ain't got no notion of what went down.

l swear to God.

- ( engine roars ) - ( man groans )

Aah! No!

You 're gonna spill your guts!

All right, goddamn �t! I�ll tell ya!

- ( machine slicing ) - ( screaming )

( gasping )

Aah!

Aah!

Motherfucker!

l didn�t do shit!

Who did?

It was that goddamn bastard.

- Who?! - Bozo!

Bozo!

( screaming )

( coughing )

( engine stops )

MAN: His Trans-Am's gone.

MAN: Son of a bitch.

BIKER QUEEN: Which way did the son of a bitch go?

The small town down there,

on the other side of the bridge.

That's where he hangs out at

with his gimpy brother.

He left me.

( coughing )

Those son of a bitches.

They left me.

They left me for dead.

( coughing )

YOUNGER MAN: You have a heart attack?

( groans )

My heart.

( moaning )

TV REPORTER: ...daughter alive in a drainage pipe.

Now. some believe that Gus.

affectionately known as "Short Bus" Gus.

possesses a special psychic gift.

WOMAN: Take me downtown, thrust bunny!

Oh! Yes! Aah!

Hurry the fuck up �n there!

We gotta pick up Grandma before the match.

GUS ON TV: l could just smell her courage.

( loud bang )

( woman screams )

MAN: What the fuck �s that?!

MAN: Oh, my God! Run!

Firkin' tricky Mexicans.

( loud roar )

- ( roaring ) - ( screaming )

( Lightning yelling �n Spanish )

She's gone, man.

She's gone.

( growls )

( shutter snaps )

I'm Thunder.

This �s Lightning.

l bring the rumble.

He brings the pain.

Not politically correct to kill a little person,

let alone two.

( sighs )

( all screaming )

MAN: l will.

( man hangs up telephone )

SHERIFF: How long you gonna hold out on me, huh?

You can't hide �t forever.

But l can hold you forever, should �t come to that.

Six days now �n the clinker, huh?

Well, you probably want a shower, right?

Not today, bud.

No shower, no bread, no water.

Your odor reminds me of the paste my asshole makes on a hot day.

MAN: Can't keep me �n here like this.

SHERIFF: Who's gonna stop me?

I�m an ant�-smack regime �n full effect, son.

I�m a guillotine lookin' for a head.

Luke.

LUKE: Yes, sir?

Now, l know you 're cookin' this crystal meth shit

�n your school bus somewhere.

Where �s �t?

Where'd you hide your bus this time?

Where's your goddamn lair, junkie?

l don't know nothin' about no school bus, Sheriff.

I�m just a vagabond.

Well, that's fine...

but you 're gonna starve �n here

until l find �t, burn �t,

and piss on the ashes.

( snorts )

( splash )

Don't give him anything the rest of the day.

LUKE: All right, Sheriff.

( vagabond laughs )

I�m dyin' soon,

and I�m dyin' horribly.

Who wants to get fingered?

( loud bang, man screaming )

( beast snarling )

( snarls )

I�m tellin' you , she's cheatin' on me. l know �t.

( crickets chirping )

( sighs )

Dale, �it�s screwing with my business.

Dale, I�m not even number-one salesman

at my own two-employee-strong car lot now.

All right, Dale, listen.

He's someone �n this fuckin' town. l know �t.

No, l don't have any proof, Dale.

That's where you come, Dale.

Dale, you 're talkin'.

Shut up, Dale. Okay, listen.

That's where you come �n, okay?

l need some hard evidence, Dale.

l need some fuckin' proof. Yeah.

Some soiled panties or something, you know?

Some errant pubes, a fuckin' used condom.

l don't care. Get me some hard evidence.

( hushed gasps )

Hang on a minute.

We're all set here.

MAN: Let's go.

Hey, you guys enjoy that station wagon, okay?

MAN: Hurry up.

SALESMAN: Don't forget to come back when junior�s ready to roll.

All right?

Hey, hey.

You folks remember,

l fuckin' slash prices.

Remember that.

Hola. amigos.

� No credito?

No problemo.

l know cars. l know engines.

American ingenuity. it's what l do.

Slash -slash . slash -slash .

slickety-slash .

Like this beauty here--29.99.

Slash! 9.99.

No credit? No problem .

I�m so bad, you know it�s good.

Suck a dick, everyone.

l slash prices.

( distant voices screaming )

It's ruining my business, Dale.

My fuckin' reputation�s on the line here, Dale.

Get into it, Dale.

Let that son of a bitch know he's got it comin'.

( snarling )

( glass shatters )

- ( roars ) - ( Slasher screams )

Bullshit!

( men yelling )

SLASHER: Ooh! Sh--

Ooh!

Shit, there goes a lawsuit.

- ( beast whimpers ) - ( man moans )

What the--Aah!

l fuckin' knew �t!

( tires screech )

So fuckin' dead!

You are fuckin' dead. You just fuckin' killed yourself.

You can threaten me all you want,

but I�m empowered now...

by the secret.

l wish for good things to happen...

to me.

Thought becomes thing.

Motherfuckin' what?

And Greg �s my rock.

GREG: Well, now, take �t easy.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

I�m a ne'er-do-well,

and l have a moustache.

This doesn't happen overnight.

Mmm?

SLASHER: Of all fuckin' people, Greg.

- ( beast growls ) - ( Secrets screams )

Okay.

( engines rumbling )

Ain't nobody home, husky.

Let's get the fuck away from here.

Where does he live?

Right there. That building right there.

Trans-Am ain�t around.

That tells me you 're shit out of luck, lady.

You 're fucking shit out of luck!

The monsters didn�t attack.

They're gone.

We can make a run for �t.

We ain�t goin' nowhere, woman.

GREG: What are you talkin' about?

That jail�s the only safe place �n town.

We're going.

Greg, the fuckin' jail �s locked down, okay,

and we can't fuckin' make �t.

Look outside. Have you seen the amount of blood out there, nimrod?

Okay, that's what going for �t gets you .

l wished for this.

This �s �t.

l wished for this, and here �t �s.

This �s not the fuckin' help.

l visualized this, and they appeared.

SECRETS: This �s proof.

SLASHER: Sweetie, help �s the U.S. of fuckin' A. military, okay?

That's a gang.

They got a fuckin' hostage, for crying out--

Get down! The big guy �s looking.

They're leaving.

We can't just let 'em leave.

SLASHER: Yes, we can.

GREG: They've got guns.

SLASHER: Duh, and they'll fuckin' point them at us.

No, this �s a time for mankind to come together.

( loudly ) You 're wrong!

SLASHER: Shut the--

GREG: Motherfucker!

SLASHER: Fuck you , Greg. You gonna tell me about wrong?

You wife-fucker!

GREG: Get out of my way.

BIKER QUEEN: Come on.

He's probably headed for the city.

BARTENDER: l told you where he lived, where he hung out.

Now, look, you cut me loose. Please.

BIKER QUEEN: Get comfy.

( engine rumbles, shuts off )

( Slasher grunts )

SLASHER: Bullshit. Stupid. Stupid, stupid.

- GREG: Motherfucker! - SLASHER: Fuckin' stupid!

BIKER QUEEN: Grab him.

Oh, what the fuck?

BIKER: Got him.

This shit's on you , Greg. Fuck that.

Greg, by the way,

you 're so fuckin' fired.

You know what?

l quit.

Ooh! Shit.

BIKER QUEEN: Is this him?

BARTENDER: That ain�t him.

SLASHER: Feel free to shoot him, though.

BIKER QUEEN: How about you , fatback?

You drive a brown Trans-Am?

No! No, no, no, no.

l know the guy who does, though.

l sold �t to him myself.

That ain�t him, either.

- That's right. Could you please-- - Shit.

We hadn't even ought to be here.

You and your fuckin' revenge shit

are gonna get us all done �n.

( Bartender grunts )

BARTENDER: Hey, hey.

Wait a minute.

Let me tell you somethin', mama.

l was a fuckin' marine �n the second World War, okay?

- And l got over the goddamn Krauts... - Close the fuckin' door, please.

...and l got over the goddamn Japs,

so you get that stick out of your ass,

and get over this fucking vendetta bullshit of yours,

and let's get out of here.

What do you say?

We hadn't even ought to be here.

BARTENDER: You and your fucking revenge shit.

BIKER QUEEN: There anybody else �n here?

No, not �n here,

so could you please close the door?

( electricity crackling )

( biker girl screams )

( beast snarls )

( biker girl panting )

BIKER QUEEN: Get back! Get back!

Get back! Shut the fucking door!

( roars )

( beast groans, roars )

Thank you for waking them up.

What have l been saying? Shut the fucking door.

BIKER GIRL: Help! Help me! Please! Open the door!

Open the--Aah!

BIKER QUEEN: Hold the door! Hold the door!

( screams )

( flesh ripping )

BIKER QUEEN: Hold the door!

That wall's coming down.

BIKER: What the fuck?

SLASHER: Wall's coming down. It�s made out of pigeon shit.

Motherfucker!

( rumbling )

SLASHER: Run!

( beast screeches �n distance )

BARTENDER: Aah! You asshole bitch.

Where'd he go?

They ain�t fuckin' here.

( loud roar )

( Bartender screams )

( both scream )

SECRETS: We're gonna be safe. l know �t.

( beast roars )

SLASHER: Other way, other way, other way.

( beast roars )

BIKER QUEEN: This �s �t. This �s where he lives.

BARTENDER: Lady, you know what?

You 're out of your fuckin' gourd.

BARTENDER: Your Trans-Am ain�t here, he ain�t here.

You son of a bitch.

( bartender groaning )

BARTENDER: Why are you stalkin' the son of a bitch?

Lose a sister...

ask me again.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

( kicks door open )

MAN: Hold �t right there.

Now turn �t around.

Turn �t around.

Slowly.

Shit fire and save matches.

MAN: This �s our hiding place.

You guys take your hide up the street to the jail.

That's not gonna happen.

( gun cocks )

You get out.

How's that revenge thing workin' out for ya?

BIKER QUEEN: We're not going anywhere.

( pistol cocks )

( Bartender screams )

- ( man gasps ) - BO Y: Dad?

Aah! Aah! Aah!

( body slumps to floor )

( blood drips )

( Bartender whimpers )

WOMAN: I�m coming out. I�m coming out. Please don't shoot.

- ( cocks shotgun ) - Don't shoot. l don't have a gun.

Please. Oh, God. Don't shoot, don't shoot.

l swear to God l don't have a gun.

l don't know these people. I've never seen them before �n my life.

I�m on my own.

People think I�m just a dumb blonde.

They have no idea who l really am.

( gunshot )

BARTENDER: She's fucking leaving.

( gasps ) It worked!

Oh, crap.

BARTENDER: You fucking chicken shit.

- No, l didn�t mean to-- - Damn cunt.

No, please stop!

( screaming )

- ( Bartender grunts ) - No! No! No!

No! No! No! No, he's gonna kill me!

( both screaming )

You left us for dead.

You fraulein twat.

Get on your feet, goddamn �t.

Get up here!

HONEY PIE: They were gonna kill me!

BARTENDER: Stand right there. Stand right there.

HONEY PIE: l said I�m sorry!

BARTENDER: Right there. Right there.

HONEY PIE: l said I�m sorry!

( grunts )

No!

Forgive and forget, huh, old man?

- ( Bartender growling ) - ( Honey Pie screaming )

( flesh ripping )

( both gasping )

You worthless motherfuckers!

You think anyone gives a shit about any of you ?!

You all deserve to fucking die.

You can go to hell.

( sobbing )

BIKER QUEEN: Where'd you get that?

Where'd you get this?

Oh, fuck me.

And fuck you , too!

Fuck yourself.

Give �t! Give �t to me!

She deserved �t.

( Bartender yells )

( Honey Pie screams )

SLASHER: It�s rainin' bitches out here.

- Fuck you . - ( distant beast screeches )

Stop followin' me.

SECRETS: Greg.

Wait for us.

- SECRETS: Wait. - SLASHER: Shit.

Get the fuck--Go back. Go away.

SECRETS: Wait.

- ( cell phone ringing ) - Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Shh, shh.

Slasher's Auto Barn.

- Hello? Who �s this? - ( beast roars )

THUNDER: We're in the metal shop. Just keep moving.

l can see you . motherfucker. Come on .

SLASHER: All right.

Keep comin '. Keep comin '.

Watch out for the crap.

The what?

The pile of shit. motherfucker!

SLASHER: Fuck! Fuck.

- Yo. man . look out! - What?

Look out!

( groans )

- My nose. - Where you going, cocksucker?

Over there, �n the fuckin' shop.

BIKER QUEEN: Where?

Monster!

Shut the fuck up!

- GREG: It�s okay. - THUNDER: Bitch.

It�s dead. Now come on �n.

Be quiet.

SLASHER: Fuck. Fuck me.

Fuck me.

All right, follow me. Come on.

SLASHER: Fuck.

THUNDER: This �s our fort.

It�s soundproof, so be quiet.

- SLASHER: What the fuck �s this? - THUNDER: Fuckwads.

( Bartender breathing heavily )

( Lightning speaking Spanish )

THUNDER: Shh.

Come on. Come on, come on, man.

BIKER QUEEN: You all kill that monster?

Hell yeah.

SLASHER: And how'd you do that?

We got lucky.

THUNDER: Yeah, yeah, come on!

Come on! Bring �t on, baby!

Bring �t on!

Yeah! Come on!

- Take that, bitch! - ( groans )

BIKER QUEEN: Thanks for letting us �n.

THUNDER: Not a problem.

There's an army convoy going' town to town, picking up survivors.

Way l see �t, we got about 15 hours.

Saw �t on TV last night before the power went to shit.

Phones?

Sure, they're ',

except you 're the only one that's ever answered,

and that fuckwad across the street.

That jail �s the only real safe place �n town.

She's built solid. She's made of granite.

And that junkie bastard's got �t all locked up.

Ain�t no way we're gettin' in there.

( generator whirs )

It�s been goin' on and off for hours.

( burps )

It�s over.

Beat that, puto.

( woman screaming )

Oh, stop!

No more.

No!

( beast roars )

( screaming continues )

( beasts roaring )

SLASHER: Why you motherfuckers are so relaxed?

You up �n here playin' cards and shit?

This town �s just waitin' for a stiff wind to blow �t over.

THUNDER: lf we keep quiet we'll be all right.

SLASHER: How's that?

Monsters don't eat where they shit,

and they don't hunt what they can't hear.

BARTENDER: Till they run low on food.

Then look out, brother.

Who's the dickwad �n the jail?

GREG: That's the town meth-head.

BARTENDER: That turd you been lookin' for...

the guy �n the jail,

that's his goddamn uncle.

Give me the cell phone.

( phone beeps, rings )

Impenetrable fortress. How can l help you ?

Listen, motherfucker...

we're down the street.

and we need to get �n there.

Now, you 're gonna unlock that door,

'cause we're comin'.

Lady, tell me �f this sounds like I�m hangin' up.

- ( dial tone ) - Motherfucker dies.

He definitely dies.

( distant beast roars )

We can get �n that jail.

We just have to blow them doors.

With what?

This �s a fucking metal shop, man.

Gotta be something around here.

Yeah, let's blow the doors off and create a breach.

( generator whirs )

( generator fades )

That'd be real smart.

We're trying to use the building for safety, you know?

What can we do?

SECRETS: We have to think of something.

Honey, we've been trying to think of something

for the last 24 hours.

You name �t, we've thought of �t.

SLASHER: What about makin' a key?

You 're the only key-makin' wrestlers around here.

Make a fuckin' key.

THUNDER: Have you seen that?

It�s 100 fuckin' yards away,

something the size of your asshole.

How do you suppose I�m gonna be able to see �t

�n order to make a key?

( groans, knocks )

( beast roars )

( Honey Pie groans )

( beast snarls )

THUNDER: Looks like a Magnum 860...

( distant beast roars )

...with a one-by-one rim cylinder.

LIGHTNING: Magnum eight-six-zero.

( grunts )

( creaking )

( creaking grows louder )

( Honey Pie gasps )

( moans )

( distant beast roars )

( screams )

( distant beast roars )

All right, boys, what can l do here?

THUNDER: All right, look.

The power comes back on,

we're gonna go.

- But you fuckin' watch our back! - Got �t.

Amigo, it's match time.

We got some lives to save,

so you down for this?

Por Maria.

BIKER QUEEN: What the fuck are you doing?

( Greg grunts )

GREG: Look, running and hiding won't last.

l mean, those little midgets might find us safety for a few days,

but we need to be prepared �f �t doesn't work.

BARTENDER: Oh, fuck.

You 're not that guy, are you ?

We need to know the enemy from the inside out.

We need to know what makes this thing tick.

l mean, what �s �t, right?

Where's �t from?

( generator whirs )

We have to dissect �t.

- SLASHER: It�s go time. - THUNDER: Come on, let's go.

Come on, boys. Come on.

( mumbling )

How does dissecting �t make any sense?

GREG: Hey, don't worry about �t. I�m pretty sure �t does.

You ever seen these things fuck?

l mean, it's disgusting.

Oh, shit.

GREG: All our questions are answered.

BARTENDER: What? What's been answered?

( beast corpse breaks wind, all groan )

BARTENDER: Oh, shit.

( all coughing )

( vomits )

That's just the body releasing gasses.

BIKER QUEEN: Jesus, man.

( coughing continues )

( mumbling �n Spanish )

( distant beast growls )

( roars )

( gurgling )

( all scream )

( gasping )

( curses �n Spanish )

( beast outside snarls )

( Lightning speaks Spanish )

( shrieking )

( groaning and straining )

( dull clank )

( frustrated shout )

Shit.

( grunts )

( machinery whirrs )

GREG: Okay, give me some light here.

Bear with me, people.

We're on the verge of a discovery.

( beast corpse breaks wind, Secrets screams )

Shit! Shit! Shit!

GREG: Oh, man, hey. Ooh, God.

Come here. Can you ...

Hey, baby, here, here.

Take my jacket. Come here.

Let me just...

( slips �n vomit )

- ( gasping ) - Oh, babe, babe, babe.

l can't take �t!

- Come here, take my hand. - l just can't.

Come on, take my hand.

Give me your hand.

( distant beast growls )

Listen to me.

You gotta be strong.

Be strong.

( Secrets shudders )

Okay?

Quit touching the motherfuck�ng organs, asshole!

This �s science. Shut up.

( all screaming )

Oh, fuck!

Fucker!

( cocks shotgun )

All right, all right. I�m done. I�m done.

Wait a second. Look at that.

Look. Look.

What the fuck �s that?

( Bartender groans )

GREG: Is that a...

( hisses )

- Is that Cyclops lookin' at me? - GREG: Is that a...

No, l don't think...

l don't think that's a...

( kisses )

( low screeching )

( bikers gasping )

( emitting piercing noise )

THUNDER: What the fuck was that?

Stop �t.

( cocks shotgun )

- ( beast screeches ) - ( noise stops )

( Secrets mumbling )

l wish �t to stop. l wish �t to stop.

( Secrets continues )

GRANDMA: Ay�dame.

( door opens )

What the hell happened here?

We were gone for, like, two fuckin' minutes!

What the fuck happened to her?!

Son of a bitch right there. He did �t.

Fuckin' son of a bitch!

Fuckin' pendejo.

( banging, roaring )

Fuck!

THUNDER: Aw, fuckin' A!

We were supposed to be safe here.

THUNDER: Yeah, we were, till your queef fuckin' boyfriend

fuckin' set off the monster alarm.

GREG: What?

THUNDER: Come on.

( Grandma moaning )

Get a bag.

Slide �t up.

Oh, shit. Come on.

( Grandma calling grandsons �n Spanish )

Get to the fuckin' roof now!

( banging, roaring continue )

SLASHER: Got you , motherfucker.

( Greg moans )

( Grandma moaning )

( squishing )

( Grandma moaning )

( Grandma moans, Thunder groans )

God.

( moaning )

( speaking Spanish )

( speaks Spanish )

SECRETS: Wait, where's Greg?

What happened?

SLASHER: He didn�t make �t.

They got him.

Oh.

SLASHER: Ooh, baby, baby, come on, now.

It�s all right, baby.

( distant beast roars )

It�s all right, baby.

I�m still here for you .

I�m still here.

I�m still--

( Greg groans )

( guns cock )

( Secrets grunts )

SLASHER: What?

What?

It�s an honest mistake.

THUNDER: From now on,

no one makes a fuckin' move until you tell me.

THUNDER: Get up. Come on.

( spitting )

BARTENDER: You boys get that key made?

Yeah.

Lot of fuckin' good �t does up on the roof.

Fuck.

Well, l guess it's back to being fucked.

( no audible dialogue )

( mimics gunshot )

( beast snarls )

( laughs )

I�m sorry.

I�m sorry.

I�m so sorry.

( gasps )

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

No! No!

No, no, no!

No!

( distant beast roars )

( sharp gasp )

( labored breathing )

( beast roars )

( cat growls )

( gurgling )

( screeches )

THUNDER: It�s okay, Grandma.

You look all right.

Old man, you've seen this before, haven't you ?

BARTENDER: l gotta tell you little farts something.

It sure as shit ain�t gonna end up well.

Ah, fuck!

BARTENDER: Goddamn �t.

( growls )

( screams )

( Bartender coughs )

Okay, okay, okay, okay, listen, listen, listen.

There's a--

There's a door on the jail roof.

We can get up there,

we got plenty of time to pop the lock.

How the fuck are we gonna do that?

BIKER GIRL: Shh. Shh.

What �s that?

( distant baby crying )

GREG: God, that sounds like a baby.

Oh, my God.

Someone's still alive.

A fuckin' baby.

SECRETS: My God.

Fuck �s that coming from?

( baby crying, beast growling )

( birds squawk )

( baby continues crying )

( crying loudly )

BIKER QUEEN: What are you doing?

GREG: I�m doin' the right thing.

BARTENDER: Careful, bub,

heroes don't do too well around these parts.

Under the circumstances, this might seem really, really dumb.

Ya think?

lf it's dumb,

l don't wanna be smart.

This �s how you save a life, people.

SLASHER: What the--Oh, shit!

Ohhhh, shit!

( baby continues crying )

( baby crying )

GREG: Hey, little fella.

Everything�s okay now.

Everything�s gonna be okay.

Come on, now.

He's got the baby.

l wished for that.

Ask, believe, receive.

- You can do �t, honey! - l got you .

( glass shatters )

l wish you to succeed!

( roaring )

He's gonna make �t.

GREG: Help!

Help!

He's fucked.

( screams )

Hold on, baby.

You can do �t, honey!

( screams )

Yes!

( laughs )

Sorry, baby. I�m sorry.

( baby splats, gunshots )

( crying softly )

SECRETS: Oh, my God.

You piece of shit.

Wow, that's bad.

Even for this group.

SLASHER: Fuck yeah, �t �s.

( screams )

( cocks gun )

Whack-a-mole! Whack-a-mole!

Fuck you , bitch! Son of a--Fuck you !

( roars )

( Secrets screams )

SLASHER: Fuck you , motherfuck!

Fuck that! Fuck that!

( biker girl screaming �n pain )

Aah!

BIKER GIRL: Aah!

We gotta get to that fucking jail,

or we're all goddamn dead meat.

Yeah, you got any ideas?

Yeah, l got a fuckin' idea.

It�s gonna require a sacrifice.

( screaming continues )

( beast roars )

( screaming )

( grunting )

( splat )

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

( beast roaring, Honey Pie screaming )

( glass shatters )

It�s gonna work.

Has to.

Looks dangerous.

It�s perfectly safe for midgets. Let's go.

That's little people, motherfucker.

What the fuck ever, all right? Come on.

This thing �s gonna catapult

one of these little guys all the way over there?

SLASHER: Yeah, that's right.

That's right, and then we'll be safe till the cavalry comes.

No, fuck that. l ain�t doing' that.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

We just threw a woman off the ledge.

These bitches are standing here butt-naked

'cause we used they clothes to make this shit,

not to mention l just watched a fuckin' baby get eaten alive,

and you standin' here tellin' me

that you not even willing to give this shit a try?

All right, but we testing this motherfucker, first.

Fine.

Fine, grab the dead guy.

We'll use him.

Hey, hey, hey, l ain�t fuckin' dead.

And don't touch the dick.

Fine, grab the old lady. She's practically dead, anyway.

Listen to me. You want to test �t, right?

SLASHER: Listen.

Listen, listen, listen.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.

This �s one of those fuckin' moments, right here.

It�s a tough choice, but �t builds character, okay?

Que sera. que sera. l don't give a fuck. We're usin' her.

LIGHTNING: No, no, no.

This bitch �s practically dead, anyway.

Look, l don't give a fuck what you gotta tell yourself

to sleep better at night. We're usin' her!

This is happenin'.

It�s a tough choice. It builds character. Let's go.

She ain�t comin' back, son.

THUNDER: Look, I�m not doing' that.

Sorry, pops.

MAN: l can do �t!

l will win this!

l will win!

( beasts roaring )

MAN: Come on, it's easy.

Oof.

l won!

No, really, I�m okay.

( Grandma whimpering )

A'ight...

but make this fast.

BIKER GIRL: Hey.

THUNDER: Come on. Come on.

Man, �f you seen what l just seen...

THUNDER: l know, l know, l know.

She's not coming back.

Stop.

GREG: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

LIGHTNING: Okay.

( Thunder groans )

THUNDER: Oh, my back.

Come on.

( Thunder groans )

Say �t!

Do �t! Do �t!

l sure as shit seen everything now.

( Grandma whimpering )

BIKER QUEEN: Come on, Grandma. Let's go.

( all screaming )

( Thunder vomits )

All right, cinch that bag of grandma and bring �t over here.

( Grandma whimpering )

( Lightning crying )

( screams )

( Greg grunting )

( Grandma whimpering )

Hold on, hold on.

I�m just tryin' to make sure the weight �s right.

Nah, we goin' have to lose a bit of Grandma.

Come on, man. Come on.

( cracking, squishing )

( whimpering louder )

Come on, a little bit more.

Come on, pour some of Grandma out. Come on.

( retches )

Okay.

Fly with the angels, Grandma.

� S�?

( squishes )

( retches )

All right, let's give this thing a shot.

( engine rumbles )

Hit �t.

( whimpers )

Whoo-hoo!

( moans )

That �s fuckin' American �ingenuity right there.

That's what the fuck that �s.

l know horsepower.

l know engines.

It�s what the fuck l do. okay?

This �s gonna be our fuckin' salvation.

( laughs )

Shit. That's fuckin' factory-deal �incentive right there.

Mm.

Ow!

Whoo!

All right, which one of you fuckin' pygmies

wanna be rocket man?

( Honey Pie breathing heavily )

( beast roars, Honey Pie screams )

( screaming )

This �s fuckin' bullshit!

SLASHER: You ready?

Yeah!

Hey.

A coward dies a thousand deaths,

but a hero dies just one.

Yeah, that doesn't help, baby-killer.

I�m sorry, l can't hear you .

Okay.

We're all depending on ya,

you little fart-knocker.

You can make �t!

All right, let's fuckin' do this!

All right, listen.

Once you land, you get �n that door,

you don't fuckin' stop, all right?

Once �inside, you lay that motherfucker out,

and l mean you lay him out quick.

We goin' be downstairs poundin' on the door in seconds.

You gonna be downstairs?

We're gonna be fuckin' downstairs.

You don't fuckin' stop! You fuckin' don't stop!

l won't, l won't.

All right.

Are you ready?!

I�m ready.

( engine revs )

Aah!

( groaning )

You fuckin' assholes.

( beasts roaring, Thunder screaming )

Hey, should we turn this off?

Get the fuck out of here!

�Abuelita! �Abuelita!

Fuck!

My fucking dick!

Ah, fuck, my dick!

Aah! Fuckin' dick!

Fuck you ,

you fuckin' little goddamn slippery midget.

( train passing )

( whistle blows )

GREG: Help me. Help me.

Help me.

Oh, goddamn him.

l hate those little fucks.

Little midget. Little, tiny people.

( Secrets crying )

Special delivery, Tattoo.

So, fuck you !

Fuck you , motherfucker!

�Abuelita!

( pounding, roaring )

BARTENDER: They're gettin' in!

I�m out of here!

( gasping )

Aah!