Top 20 Quotes From Art Weingartner

Ray: You had a dream a plane was gonna crash, so you took the bus to Las Vegas.
Art: If I had been on the plane it WOULD have crashed.

Mark: Art!
Bonnie: Your wife is home!
Mark: And your house is on fire!
Art: My wife is home?

Art: Safety is my middle name.
Ray: I thought his middle name was Louis.

Ray: It's Walter's Toupée.
Art: Oh jeez, beautiful place to keep a toupée, on the stove. I'm starving.
[walks off to the fridge]
Mr. Rumsfield: One thing about these old guys - they don't ever leave the house without their hair. No sir. Walter left this house in a big hurry.

Art: I can see the news report now - they were a quiet family, kept pretty much to themselves. No one would have ever suspected them of foul play.

Art: Ray. Ray.
Ray: I'm only trying to take a nap! I'm only laying here with my eyes closed trying to keep some goddamn sleep!

Ray: 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.
Art: [after a pause] I don't know what to say... What, do you want me to move?
[Ray charges at him]

Art: [Ray is trying to jimmy the door open with a store credit card] Where did you learn to do that?
Ray: I *don't* know how to do this.
[the credit card breaks]
Art: That's a shit store anyway.

Art: I don't know if you've noticed, but there's bars on the basement windows here.
Ray: They've got holes in their porch, too.
Art: Argh! That was a booby trap.
Ray: Are you okay?
Art: Yeah.
Ray: Oh, booby trap. I'm not gonna pay for that.
Art: We shouldn't pay for that, we should sue them.

Art: I'm telling you these people are Satanists. As I sit here, they are satanists. Look, look, the world is full of these kind of things - black masses, mutilations. Mutilations! The incubus, the succubus - I'm tellin' you, Walter was a human sacrifice.

Art: [finds a femur] Ray, there's no doubt anymore. This is real. Your neighbors are murdering people. They're chopping them up. They're burying them in their backyard. Ray... This is Walter.
[They both scream]

Carol: He can't come out until he resembles the man that I married.
Art: Carol, We don't have that kind of time.

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: A thermostat on a home furnace; is that supposed to go to 5,000 degrees, you think?

Art: Go ahead, tell him, Ray. We got the goods on them, don't we? You know, some day they're going to dig up the back of that yard and they're gonna find the rest of that skeleton to go with that femur. Oh it might not be Walter but it's gonna be some...
Ray: Shut up. SHUT UP, ART, SHUT UP! God, you don't know when to quit, do you? Look at me! I'm a shell of a man because of you, Art!

Art: Now they know that we know that they know that we know.

Ricky: Ya know, did you ever see the movie, "The Sentinel", Mr. Peterson? It's about the old guy who owned the apartment, which is kind of like the, uh, gateway to Hell?
Ray: No, I... I didn't see that.
Ricky: Oh, well, I was doing some thinking. And, you know, being that their last house burnt down and all, it's like, maybe... somebody left the gate open.
[a generator starts up from the Klopek's basement]
Art: It's them. They're movin' around again. Ya know... it was a night just like this that it happened.
Ricky: What happened, Mr. Weingartner?
Art: Oh, it was a long time ago, Ricky. Hinkley Hills was a lot smaller then... safer too! You never had to lock your doors. Everybody knew everybody. I must have been maybe oh nine - ten years-old. You know where the big mall is?
Ricky: Yeah.
Art: Well, there used to be a big drugstore on the corner there, had a big soda fountain, remember?
Ray: Yeah.
Art: Yeah, and the guy who ran it was a - was a rotund guy, had glasses. His name was Skip. Lived over on Elm, had a wife, a couple of kids, ya know? Not too sharp, I mean, hey the guy's 40 years old, he's wearing a paper hat and he's makin' cherry Cokes, it's a cinch he's not runnin' for governor, right?
[Ricky chuckles]
Art: Anyway, it got hot that summer, I remember it got REAL hot. It was sweltering. Ya know that heat where your underwear sweats and it crawls up the... anyway, it's hot, okay? And they start... they start smellin' this... this really vile stench over on Elm and they figure it's comin' from Skip's place. And no one wants to say anything, I mean, what do you do, go knock on the guys door, "Hi, you're house stinks"? So - so people are trying to ignore it, right? They're trying to pretend it - it isn't happening. A-and you know those pine things? They're trying to cover up with those pine things that you can put in cars. People are hanging those on their porches.
[Ricky laughs]
Art: Oh, you think that's funny, Rick?
Ricky: Well, yeah.
Art: Well yeah - let me tell you what happened next, OK. The state health inspector shows up. They go over, they talk to Skip, he says he's got a sump pump problem. They leave. Hey, they guy's got a sewer problem, he says he'll look after it, everything's okay, right?
Ricky: Right.
Art: Wrong. A couple hours later there's smoke pouring out of the windows of Skip's house. The firemen show up, they go into Skip's house. Ya know what they find?
Ricky: What?
Art: Skip's family, dead. Murdered... by Skip... weeks earlier... with an ice pick. Yeah, the guy killed his own family with an ice pick. Yeah... yeah just put 'em in the cool basement, covered 'em up with a sheet and went back to makin' ice cream treats for the townsfolk. Only thing... Skip didn't count on there being a big heat wave that summer. You know what that was that all those people were smelling over on Elm, Ricky?
Ricky: What?
Art: Skip's family's bodies, decomposing in the summer heat
[Ricky whistles]
Art: . Yeah apparently, one day Skip made just made one too many lemon phosphates,
[snaps fingers]
Art: El snappo!

Art: Hey, hey, hey. Who the heck ordered the blood shake? Hey, Ray, it's not Skip. It's me, Art. I'm just pretending to be Skip. Say, you didn't happen to see an ice pick around here, did you?

Ray: [chanting] I'm not going to listen to this, I'm not going to hear this now.
Art: Ray! Ray! You're chanting!
Art: [points to book] Ray. Ray, look.
Art: Ray, unconscious chanting! You're chanting!
Ray: [continues chanting with fingers in ears]
Art: [chants] I want to kill everyone. Satan is good. Satan is our pal.
Art: Ray. Ray, you're chanting! Hey, once they
[points to book]
Art: get in here...
[points to Ray's head]
Art: ...it's over, pal.

Art: Wait, hold it, garbies! Garbies, garbage men! Hold on a minute, wait a sec! Wait. Wait, wait, hold it. What are you doing?
Vic,: Emptying garbage.
Art: Into the garbage truck? What are you, out of your mind?