Garcia: Eat shit!
Garcia: I think these pescados locos have taken a shine to us.
Johnson: Stay in the light. We can't see their eyes if they're wearing a mask!
Garcia: [Inaudible 00:01:32]. Imbecile! Feels good!
Johnson: Why do I feel like I'm in a movie?
Garcia: What, were you raised in a barn?
Johnson: Good to know we have the same tastes.
Garcia: For God's sake! How do you stop them? Yeah! Feels good! Mother, FUCK!
Johnson: Boy, she just loves you to pieces. Run! Look, there's a key! We better kill all the demons in case they've got more.
Garcia: Way too easy.
Johnson: Into the house, quick!
Garcia: Eat this!