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A mother-and-son team of strange supernatural creatures move to a small town to seek out a young virgin to feed on.
Charles Brady: [stabs a policeman in the ear with a pencil] Cop-kabob!
Andy Simpson: [singing] Hey, there comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand, he's a one-balled man and he's off to the rodeo. [cuts to graveyard scene and then back to squad car] Andy Simpson: [singing] So allamande left and allamande right, come on you fuckin' turkey get your right foot right. Get off the stage you fucking jerk, you know you piss me off.
Charles Brady: This doesn't have to hurt. Just think of yourself as lunch! [Tanya hits him in the head with her camera] Charles Brady: I lied! It does have to hurt!
Mary Brady: No vegetables, no dessert - that's the rules.
Policeman: [They get into a yard full of cats] There's a lot of cats. Policewoman: Well, I can see that, dickhead.
Deputy Horace: [after hearing a door close] Maybe it was the wind? Officer Wilbur: It was not the fucking wind. Mary Brady: [after smashing their heads together] You're right. It was not the fucking wind.
Charles Brady: Stop looking at me! Stop looking at me you fucking cat!
Andy Simpson: Shit, Clovis. Andy Simpson: [hears Clovis meow at Dim Charles Brady] I know just how you feel.
Captain Soames: Look, you got one hysterical girl with a very vivid imagination and all that girl needs is a good smack on the butt and her mommy and daddy won't do it, I'll be happy to volunteer.
Captain Soames: What? Sheriff Ira: Cold Draft. Captain Soames: Could you use one right now?