- Pacey Witter: [to the weird and ugly diner patrons] All right, which one of you inbred, redneck, freaks crashed into my car tonight? Show of hands, anyone? Was it you? Or you? Come one, someone say something.
- [the ugly and inbred diner owner, Vic, approaches Pacey]
- Vic: Get outta my diner!
- Pacey Witter: Oh no, mister. I will not. One of your patrons in here smashed into my car out on the road just a few minutes ago.
- Vic: Not my problem, boy!
- Pacey Witter: Oh, but it is your problem. If the person is in here and you're hiding him...
- Vic: [bearing his rotting, clenched teeth] Leave!
- Pacey Witter: Oh my! You really should think about seeing a dentist.
- [Pacey and Karen find themselves in a creepy diner when an ugly redneck wench of a waitress approaches them]
- Wench: You people comin' or stayin'?
- Pacey Witter: I'm sorry, we were in an accident. Do you have a phone here?
- Wench: On the wall over there.
- Pacey Witter: No, that phone's out of order.
- Wench: Then I guess you're out of luck.