Space: 1889 (1988)
Zack: Martian canal monsters just really hate rosacea.
Steve: That dude doesn't give a crap about anything. He doesn't care about the octopus baby, the giant octopus, or his ruddy sidekick.
Zack: "Settle down. According to my chronometer it is 4:20. You know I got to blaze these trees."
Steve: The real victim here are the servants that are going to have to wash Miss Fancybottom's dress.
Zack: It's impossible to get fear shits out of a crinoline. Trust me, I ran the Haunted Horror ride at the Chicago World's Fair. More like the Brown City. We had a rubber hand on a spring that made grown men piss. The ladies had to scrape burritos out of their pleats.