A young group of monster fanatics attempt to save their hometown from Count Dracula and his army of monsters.

Horace: Wolfman's got nards!
Scary German Guy: [as Sean, Patrick, and Horace are leaving Scary German Guy's house] I expect you boys thought I was some kind of monster myself, mm? A vampire, perhaps? That's quite all right. But I am not, you know. If I were a vampire, then I wouldn't have a reflection...
[points to mirror, where he is clearly visible]
Scary German Guy: ... now would I?
Horace: Man, you sure know a lot about monsters.
Scary German Guy: Now that you mention it, I suppose I do.
[Scary German Guy closes door, revealing a concentration camp tattoo on his wrist]
Phoebe: [outside the tree house, wanting to join the club] Mom says you have to let me in or else it's prescription!
Sean: That's 'discrimination' jerkoid! Prescription is drugs, which you're on if you think you're getting in here!
E.J.: Hey Fat Kid! Good job.
Horace: My name... is Horace!
[Cocks shotgun]
Patrick: You're not a virgin are you?
Patrick's Sister: [shakes her head]
Patrick: No? What do you mean No?
Patrick's Sister: Well, Steve... but he doesn't count.
Patrick: DOESN'T COUNT?
Dracula: [holding Phoebe up by her throat] Give me the amulet, you BITCH!
Horace: No, Sean! Scary house! Real monsters! Us, twelve years old, remember?
Sean: Midnight, end of the world, remember?
Rudy: You dropped your candy bar, E.J.
E.J.: It's his.
Rudy: It's yours now.
E.J.: Rudy!
Rudy: Eat.
E.J.: Rudy, I'm not gonna...
Rudy: Eat up! Then we'll call it a day.
Sean: If we pull this off, I'm gonna shit!
Patrick: Rudy, where you going?
Rudy: [cigarette in his mouth, pulling out crossbow] I'm in the goddamn club aren't I ?
Eugene: Is she a versgin?
Scary German Guy: Yes, she can do it!
Patrick: She can't read, she's five years old!
Scary German Guy: I'll help her!
[Dracula throws dynamite in the boys' tree house]
Dracula: Meeting adjourned.
[the tree house explodes]
Detective Sapir: That's it, Del. This case is too hard, man, Let's be firemen instead.
Det. Del Crenshaw: I'm glad you're gettin' major laughs outta this, Rich. The problem is two-thousand year-old dead guys do not get up and walk away by themselves.
Sean: Rudy. Question.
Rudy: Shoot.
Sean: Know any virgins?
Rudy: [spit take]
Eugene: Creature stole my twinkie!
Horace: [to Sean] Scary German guy is bitchin'!
[holds a glinting sharp knife in the dim sunlight of his living room]
Scary German Guy: Boys, time is almost up.
[after a moment pause]
Scary German Guy: For last chance of some pie.
Sean: Don't kick the church, it's religious!
Rudy: Locked is what it is!
Sean: Alright then, we'll just have to do it out here.
Horace: Oh REAL religious, Sean, why don't we just do it at Burger King?
Patrick: Aww, man, fat kid farted!
Sean: I think there are monsters, like real ones! I heard my dad talking on the phone to a guy down at the police station tonight. There was a guy down there screaming he was a werewolf, and they shot him! And the body disappeared from the coroner van, the coroner guy was dead!
Rudy: So what? He got shot and the werewolf took his body?
Sean: No you bean head! He WAS a werewolf! Maybe
Rudy: Yeah but if they shot him?
Sean: It must've been regular bullets, not silver ones. Look I know this sounds stupid, a mummy disappeared from the museum tonight.
Eugene: Mummy came in my house!
Sean: Guys, Dracula might be here too.
Patrick: Oh man, Fat Kid farted!
Horace: Did not!
Sean: God damn will you guys SHUT UP? Didn't you hear a word I said? These guys are dead, get a clue! Something's out there and it's killing people! And if it's monsters, nobody's going to do a thing about it except us!
[At the treehouse the squad does a team huddle with their hands. Pete, the dog, lifts its paw on top]
Rudy: How does that dog get up here anyway?
Detective Sapir: So let me get this straight. You're telling me there was this two-thousand year-old mummy here, right? But now he's not here. He's gone. Vanished. History. And you're saying you didn't hear anybody come in here or leave, is that right? Can you hear me now? Hello!
Night Watchman: I can hear you fine.
Detective Sapir: So nobody took the mummy.
Night Watchman: I would've heard them.
Detective Sapir: 'Course he would've. What a stupid question. Did you take him?
Night Watchman: No sir!
Detective Sapir: Just a shot.
Patrick's Sister: [about the Scary German Guy] Why don't you have him read it?
Patrick: He's not a virgin!
Patrick's Sister: Did you ask him?
Sean: Is she a virgin?
Patrick's Sister: Why don't you broadcast it on the 6 o' clock news?
Det. Del Crenshaw: [about the killer in the 12th Groundhog Day movie] I thought they killed him in the last one.
Sean: They did, he returns from the grave.
Det. Del Crenshaw: He always returns from the grave. If they blew him up, put his head in a blender and mailed the rest of him to Norway, he would still return from the grave!
Sean: That was part 7.
Rudy: Where the hell am I supposed to find silver bullets? K-Mart?
Rudy: [after ridding the mummy] See ya later, Band-Aid Breath!
Frankenstein: BOGUS! Bogus.
Horace: [about Scary German Guy] Maybe he's a spy.
Sean: Oh good idea! We're not at war with Germany.
Phoebe: We were at war with Vietnam.
Sean: What?
Phoebe: It's in Rambo!
Sean: Rudy find some silver bullets.
Rudy: Where the hell am I suppose to find silver bullets?
Sean: I don't know. Fat kid get a map, find Shadowbrook Road.
Horace: What do I look in the index for "big scary mansion?"
Det. Del Crenshaw: Suck on this you son of a bitch!
[begging the cops to lock him up]
Wolfman: [fires two shots in the air] Lock me up!
Patrick: [going to approach Scary German Guy] So what's German for 'please don't murder us'?
Scary German Guy: [comes up behind them] Bitte uns nicht Mord zu tun.
Rudy: See? Told ya. Only one way to kill a werewolf.
Eugene: Mummy came in my house.