You don't know red from hell!

There's a real cab up there. Stop!

- Taxi! - Loomis!

- That guy must have wanted a paper bad. - That's a bad place to be.

Loomis. Loomis.

Hey, Linda, hurry up, I think this guy's dead.

You hear me? It's a dead man.

Thirty-eight eighty-two.

Send a squad car now!

Looks like he's bleeding.

Loomis.

Loomis.

I really liked him. I did.

So I says to him, "Are you gonna behave?" And from out of nowhere comes this knife.

I think it was a bowie knife, and I hate knives.

Dennis, the news footage didn't help me very much.

I wanted it an hour ago.

Where'd you get this, a matchbook?

It's perfect, if you wanna pick up Paul Bunyan.

It's based, in part, on our own descriptions.