The Hills Have Eyes

"Directed and written by Wes Craven."

"We're gonna be french fries! Human french fries!"

"Baby's fat. You fat... fat and juicy."

"Fred: Goddamn bunch of cutthroats. Oh, shit. Boy, they'd leave me belly-up out here if they knew I was getting ready to run. [Ruby walks past without acknowledging him] Don't you make a noise when you walk?"

"Fred: Hey, wait a minute. You got yourself all done up, Ruby. What are you up to? Here. Oh, no you don't. Uh-uh. Ain't no trading today, Ruby. And not no more, neither. You folks gone too far. Trooper been snooping around. Air Force been through here twice. You folks have to go rob a goddamn Air Force PX for God's sakes."

"Ruby: We're hungry. No one comes through back there anymore."

"Ruby: Whiskey and radios. I ain't got nothing to eat."

"Fred: I'm sorry, Ruby. I know you're starving, but I ain't got nothing else to trade. I got no more gas, no more cartridges, no more food. And the folks in Corn Creek have cut me off already. They even talked of blocking off this whole section and marching the National Guard through, see what they can find. You coyotes better watch your p's and q's for a spell."