Children of the Corn IV: The
Gathering
Radio Preacher: . . .Because I remember a scripture. It talks
about the time of Hared in the land of Canaan when the slaughter of the
innocent children of Israel ran the streets red with blood, red, red . . .Amen,
alleluia.
Margret: I had a crown, but James took it.
Grace: He did? Where is James?
June: He's with that damn bike. [starts to yell] He never listens anymore!
He won't listen to me! He never listens to anything I say!
James: Welcome to Psycho Central.
Jociah [to drunk man]: To those who take strong drink, he shall send angels."
[points up to sharp farm equipment hanging from ropes, farm equipment falls onto the drunk]
Jociah: I've come for the children.
James: Charles Manson, Scorpio - killed 8 people and an unborn baby.
Favorite food - pistachio ice cream
Grace: Lovely
James: Great guitar player, could've been a rock star. (holds box of cards up) I got all 30 of 'em
Grace [sarcastically]: Who says kids don't have heroes anymore?
Grace [to self]: Does the word recycling mean anything to you?
Marry Anne: You never were the fuckin' Brady Bunch.
Donald: The special kid needs special treatment
Marcus: I'm not the one who needs the special treatment
Jociah: She was calling for you, by the road, but she's come in now.
Sandra: Can't pull that kid away from that idiot box. We have to leave it here.
Donald: It's not an idiot box when Oprah's on.
Sandra: That's educational!
June: I take the pills, I do. But it just gets worse. The dream keep getting worse!
Twins: Heeee's BACK!
Mary Anne: I don't wanna be the one in charge when their heads start doing 360's
and they're hurling pea soup.
Grace: That was County General. They're sending out the toxicology team in the morning
Mary Anne: A voodoo doctor might be a better idea
Grace: He's an old man . . .maybe he ticked it.
Jane Knock: But somethin' was wrong . . .Summer after summer,
the tents'd come around . . .and the boy'd still be just a boy!
Rosa Knock: It all starts with a lie girl! It all starts with a lie!
Grace: The boy was poisoned with quicksilver . . .quicksilver is mercury!
Donald: Where's the supply closet?
Josiah: Hope she can swim! hehehehe
Grace: I hope YOU can swim! [hits him with a scythe into pool of water]
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