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Ruth Wilson:
[Explaining what exactly their moto is]… keep the customers coming!

Lt. Frank Meyers:
Look at that guy… he probably gets more ass than a toilet seat

Kevin Silvers:
You know what they do to killer clowns?… They send them to the funny farm.

Kevin Silvers:
No extra business.

Ruth Wilson:
Who could be calling at this hour?

Kevin Silvers:
It’s time for Bobo!

Kevin Silvers:
[strangling someone] Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

Kevin Silvers:
[fatally using a bat] You’re out!

Kevin Silvers:
Nobody does nipples like Bobo.

[at the motel crime scene]

Det. Langella:
Go back to bed, Meyers. This isn’t your guy.

Lt. Frank Meyers:
How do you know?

Det. Langella:
Different M.O. The killer whipped up a little body still in the tub. And the lady… was a prostitute. Definitely the work of my psycho.

Lt. Frank Meyers:
I’m just gonna snoop around a little.

Det. Langella:
Now, just wait a minute!

Lt. Frank Meyers:
You don’t mind, do you?

Det. Langella:
As a matter of fact… I do.

Lt. Frank Meyers:
Good. [to himself as he walks away] That stupid schmuck is so fat that couldn’t find his own pecker in his front pants pocket.