
Michael Lutz: Do I have to call you Dad, now?
George Lutz: Guess what?
Michael Lutz: What?
George Lutz: You can call me whatever you want.
Michael Lutz: Anything?
George Lutz: Yep.
Michael Lutz: Cool.
George Lutz:
Anything.
Michael Lutz: Cool.
George Lutz: Yeah.
Michael Lutz: Um... Stinky?
George Lutz: Sure.
Michael Lutz: Poopy-head?
George Lutz: Yeah.
Michael Lutz: Crap-monkey-fart?
George Lutz: [laughing] Okay, we
gotta draw the line somewhere, pal, that does it!

George Lutz: Uh... this, this is a mistake.
Realtor: How's that?
George Lutz: No, I mean your ad in the paper. Uh... this is a... It's gotta be a misprint, cause I'm a contractor, and I know what a place like this should cost. And, you know, if this is... Well, if this is true, then this is a... the deal of a lifetime.
Realtor: And what is wrong with that?

Billy Lutz: How did he do it?
Michael Lutz: Do what?
Lisa: You are way too young to hear this. So cover your ears. And don't listen. A rifle. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! He went from room to room, splattering their heads as they slept. He killed his brothers in this very room. Right here... in these beds.
