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A friendly St. Bernard named "Cujo" contracts rabies and conducts a reign of terror on a small American town.
[Joe Camber has encountered Cujo in the garage. Cujo glares at him menacingly & growls] Joe Camber: Cujo? [the dog snarls again, and approaches him menacingly] Joe Camber: Oh my God... you're rabid! [Cujo barks savagely and charges at Joe. He puts his arms up to defend himself as Cujo attacks] Joe Camber: [yelling] NO! NO! CUJO! [the dog jumps on him & knocks him down]
Donna Trenton: Fuck you, dog.
Professor: Nope. Nothing wrong here.
Joe Camber: You better watch it, Pervier. [Joe looks down and pats Cujo] Joe Camber: I'll sic my dog on you. Gary Pervier: That dog? You couldn't sic that dog on me if I was comin' at you with a straight razor in each hand!
Vic Trenton: There are no real monsters. Tad Trenton: Except for the one in my closet.
Donna Trenton: Please God get me out of here.
Donna Trenton: [Tad starts hyperventilating] Not now!
Tad Trenton: [in the car] Can he get us in here? Donna Trenton: No. Tad Trenton: Can he eat his way in here? Can he? Donna Trenton: No. Tad Trenton: Wish he was dead. Donna Trenton: Me too.