Alan: Oh no, the game thinks I rolled.
Sarah: What do you mean the game thinks?

Judy: It's got to be microchips are something.

Judy: I don't like the sound of that.

Alan: What year is it?
Carl: It was brand new.
Alan: No what year is it?
Judy: Ah 1995 remember?

Alan: What do I look like, a Ringling Brother?

Peter: You killed her.

Alan: Sorry Angus. Harvest time!

Guy: You're not a postal worker are you?

Sarah: A little rain never hurt anybody?
Alan: Yeah, but a lot can kill ya.

Alan: Stop giving me things that come apart!

Alan: You don't go ah for nothing. (sees spider) ahh.