"Special equipment is developed" Then, discarded.

They've entered the Valley of the Fuzz-Tone Guitar...

Oooo, that's good smack! Mmhmmm!

Eh, get me, I'm a Stewart Sandwich with a rifle.

Tom Arnold: Road Repair.

Uh, Barkeep, could you freshen my date?

A solemn Jack Kerouac pulls on a "J" in the middle of the room.

Two words: Closed Casket.

Hey Timmy! My dad's dead again, can I come over for dinner?!

I don't know what to say, Steve. I didn't know you felt this way.

The only consolation is that they're all dead now!

The soldiers destroy the delicate balance of nature.