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A group of unwitting teens are stranded near a strange wax museum and soon must fight to survive and keep from becoming the next exhibit.
Nick Jones: Ugh, Dalton, did you crap your pants again? Dalton Chapman: What? No! I don't know, maybe. I am wearing my work clothes.
[last lines] Dave: [on radio] Sheriff? Sheriff: Yeah, Dave? Dave: Ran the Sinclair family through CDIC. Trudy and the doctor didn't have two sons. They had three.
Nick Jones: Bye, Wade. Wade: Asshole.
Blake: [after Dalton is given a make-over] He looks like Elton John, only more gay. Dalton Chapman: Elton John is gay?
Carly Jones: [about the smell] I think it's coming from over there. Paige Edwards: [sarcastically] Yeah, let's follow the smell.
Carly Jones: [Carly hears a noise outside the tent] Wade, wake up. Wade! I heard something. Wade: Yeah, it's probably the serial killers or something.
Dalton Chapman: Hey, do you think that Wade will stay with Carly after she moves to New York? Nick Jones: I don't know. Maybe... Dalton Chapman: Cause, you know... the way she's been lookin' at me... Nick Jones: Hey! It ain't happening, man. And even if it was happening - it ain't happening. Nothing personal. Dalton Chapman: Why's that? I mean, you like me better than Wade, right? Nick Jones: [sighs] Wade's not so bad. Dalton Chapman: Yeah, I like Wade, too.
Nick Jones: You're saying that that's a real person... underneath?
Wade: [to a dog he thinks is made of wax] What up, dog?
Dalton Chapman: You're just gonna let 'em leave like that? That guy's a freak, he throws dead animals in a pit for a living. Nick Jones: You clean shit for a living, Mr. Septic Tank Man. What's the difference? Dalton Chapman: Well, um... I don't walk through it. That's one difference.
[Nick is sitting alone while everyone is making out. Dalton comes up to him with his camera] Nick Jones: [grinning] Don't even think about it, I ain't kissing you, dude. Dalton Chapman: [mocking disappointment] Aw, come on. You know you want to. [Nick and Dalton laugh] Dalton Chapman: Haha, just kidding. Psych! I wouldn't kiss your ass for shit, man.
Wade: [runs a lighter along one of Vincent's waxed miniature statues and talking in a silly voice] Oh no, there's a fire! Help me, Carly! My skirt's gonna catch on fire, my legs are all hot, you're my hero! Carly Jones: [stopping him] That's not cool.
Carly Jones: This Vincent guy is quite the artist. Wade: Yeah. I think this Vincent guy needs therapy.
[Carly sees a human face in the window that moves away] Wade: [after she jumps] What? Carly Jones: I just saw somebody! Wade: It was probably a wax thing. Carly Jones: No, no, it wasn't a wax thing, it was moving and it was freaky looking!
Carly Jones: I don't believe this. You steal a car and it's my fault. You evade arrest and it's the cops' fault... Nick Jones: One of 'em took a swing at me. Carly Jones: You get kicked out of the house, it's Mom and Dad's fault. You lose your football scholarship and it's the coach's fault! You can't keep a job for more than two weeks because it's every manager's fault! Nick Jones: I'm surrounded by idiots. Carly Jones: So then why did you come, to piss me off? Nick Jones: Why don't you get it? You're the good twin, I'm the evil one. Carly Jones: Grow up. You are so afraid to take things seriously.
Blake: [to Nick and Dalton] Are you two gonna have sex with each other? 'Cause me and Paige are.
Bo: [to Vincent] Hey, town's looking real good. We almost finished what Ma started. Those two are good, they'll fit perfectly. What I tell ya, huh? Ain't your work more real now? Ma would be proud, yeah, she'd be real proud. She always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you. There's two more, we've still got a lot of work to do.
Paige Edwards: I swear, he's starting to like that car more then me now.
Nick Jones: Wade... dude... I'd really like to pound your ass.
Paige Edwards: That's weird.
Wade: [sniffing something foul in the air] Something's dead out there. Blake: [sniffing also] Nuh uh. Something's dead right here.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: I'm afraid that the visit of a such distinguished critic may cause my children to become conceited. To you they are wax, but to me their creator, they live and breathe.
[upon seeing Vincent drive up to his place with two more dead bodies] Bo: [muttering] Damn it. I told him before never to come up here!
Nick Jones: [kicking a cup out of a homeless guy's hand] Get a job.
[seeing all the fan belts] Wade: He has everything but a 15 inch fan belt. Where is he anyway? He said he'd be 30 minutes, its been almost 45. [sighs] Wade: I guess I'll have to make do with a 16. [grabs it] Bo: [from behind] You plan on stealing that? Wade: [startled] No, I ah - I left money by the cash register. [indeed he did as a $20 bill lies there]
Carly Jones: No, there's no-one at the gas station! Paige Edwards: We'll meet you back at camp, but more than a few yards away from that pet cemetery.
Wade: I just don't get what his beef is with me. Carly Jones: Nick has beef with everyone.
Paige Edwards: [after giving Dalton a makeover] He looks like a smurf.
Blake: [choosing who to give the keys to] Actually, I'm going to let my man drive. [hands Dalton the keys] Dalton Chapman: You heard the man, get in the car! Nick Jones: [squeezes Dalton's nipple] Give me the keys. Dalton Chapman: Okay!
Paige Edwards: Did you find that fan belt thing or whatever?
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Everything I ever loved has been taken away from me , but not you my Marie Antoinette for I will give you eternal life.
Carly Jones: Are you okay? [Nick looks at her] Nick Jones: We're okay.
Bo: What are you doing? Carly Jones: Waiting for Wade.
Lt. Tom Brennan: You know, Shane, by the time this guy gets out of Sing Sing, this head will grow a long beard.
Wade: [notices how well Nick throws the football to Blake] Nice arm... I can see why they gave you a scholarship. Nick Jones: [holds up hand] Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it? Wade: Yeah... it is.
Roadkill Driver: Sorry. I kind of get used to the smell. Carly Jones: Really? I don't think I could ever get used to it.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: [heavy with menace after Sue unwigs Cathy] You shouldn't have done that my dear!
Carly Jones: Please don't kill me.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: People say they can see my Marie Antoinette breath, that her breast rises and falls , look at her eyes they follow you where ever you go. Bruce Allison: You know her eyes do follow you. Prof. Henry Jarrod: They're made of glass mores the pity, the exact size and color of the originals, they're inserted from inside by way of the hollow neck before the head is attached to the body [looking at the figure of marie antoinette] Prof. Henry Jarrod: forgive me my dear for discussing your intimate secrets, forgive me gentlemen I lose myself at times. Sidney Wallace: Professor if people knew what you had inside these walls you couldn't accomodate the crowds, what you need here is exploitation more advertising. Bruce Allison: Thats what I've been telling him. Prof. Henry Jarrod: I'm afraid my partner wouldn't agree, he's not happy here he wants to invest in something else, mr. wallace would you care to become a partner in this venture would you buy him out? Sidney Wallace: I just might take you up on that if my lawyers approve and the price is right. Prof. Henry Jarrod: With your help I could do wonders and I'd make any sacrifice. Sidney Wallace: Unfortunately I'm leaving for egypt I'm financing some excavations there, however I'll be back in three months and I'll be glad to discuss it then.
Trudy Sinclair: [talking to a young Bo] Shuddup! Oooh, why can't you be more like your brother?
Sue Allen: It's sort of a shock to see your head detached that way.
Paige Edwards: Lip balm. I dropped my stupid lip balm.
Blake: [to the stranger in the truck] Yo, man. You need something? Carly Jones: What does he want? Wade: Hey, can you turn off your lights, please? [no response] Paige Edwards: Okay, this is getting kinda creepy. Blake: Hey, come on, man, get out of here! Nothing to see here, let's go! Wade: Can we help you? Carly Jones: Maybe we're on his property? Wade: Nah, we didn't pass the gate. Blake: Hey man, turn your lights off! Hello? Turn your lights off! No, I'm serious. Turn your lights off or I'll whip this on your ass! Wade: Hey, hey, it's cool, man. [Nick throws a bottle and smashes one of the headlights] Carly Jones: NICK! [pause] Carly Jones: Oh, my... Dalton Chapman: [yelling at the man in the truck] WHAT?
Wade: I'm sorry, we just needed a fan belt. Bo: A fanbelt? You walk in on a funeral for a fucking fanbelt?
Nick Jones: [stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the game] It's not moving. Blake: It'll MOVE! Paige Edwards: It's not moving. Blake: It will! Nick Jones: Turn it around! Dude, turn the car around! [Blake leans his head down in defeat, hitting the horn and making it blare]
Nick Jones: He did this to you?
Bo: I'm sorry mama, some people just have no respect.
Roadkill Driver: [sees Carly eyeing the knife on his belt] You like knives. Carly Jones: [sarcastically] Not really.
Carly Jones: It's okay, he's gone.
Carly Jones: You have to be careful! Nick Jones: I am being careful.
Cathy Gray: [Sue is helping Cathy get ready] Pull it tighter Sue, pull it tighter, I want a waist like Anna Held. Sue Allen: If I pull it any tighter you're not going to be able to breath. Cathy Gray: Oh that's alright, I don't need much breath anyway, as my late friend Matty used to say, if a girl don't watch her figure the men won't. Sue Allen: Matty? Wasn't that the man you were going to marry? Cathy Gray: Yes but he hung himself instead. [giggling] Cathy Gray: Oh Matty was such a card. Sue Allen: Well where's your new friend going to take you tonight? Cathy Gray: To the Hauffman House for dinner, then to Tony Pastors for the vaudeville show. Sue Allen: That sounds like fun. Cathy Gray: Oh yeah he's a free spender alright, a little bit older than I like them, but awfully distinguished looking, I'm moving up [stops and breaths in slowly] Cathy Gray: , I'm moving up honey, no girl ever hits the jackpot till after she passes 14th street.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here's President Lincoln and his assassin John Wilkes Booth. One of my few concessions to the macabre.
Sgt. Jim Shane: [looking at the wax figure of Joan Of Arc who resembles Cathy Gray] That's a copy of her face alright , but she didn't look that way the night we saw her at Ma Flannigan's rooming house. Lt. Tom Brennan: Not so composed huh.
Bo: [Baby Jane is singing in the background] I know you're in here.
[first lines] Trudy Sinclair: You are being such a good boy. Would you like some more cereal, sweetheart? Here you go.
Nick Jones: I swear to God, if you hurt her... VINCENT!
Bo: Trudy got a cyst in her brain.
[scraping a piece of the House of Wax off with his knife] Wade: It is wax, like... literally.
Bruce Allison: They always want a body!
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Jarrod is dead. I'm a reincarnation.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have Joan Of Arc. A favorite subject of mine.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have two great lovers from the past. Cleopatra Queen Of Egypt and Marc Antony, their last meeting. You'll recall that Antony believing Cleopatra to be dead killed himself with his own sword. When Cleopatra discovered what had happened, she quickly followed her lover.
Scott Andrews: [to Sue, as they watch the can can dancers] You never saw a show like this in Provincetown!
[Wade starts up his car. It rumbles badly for a second and then cuts out] Wade: [looking under hood] What the hell? [sees broken fan belt] Wade: I just bought this fan belt. It's brand new. [throwing it on the ground] Wade: Someone has got to be fucking with me!
[Nick is about to break a shop window] Carly Jones: Nick, don't! They'll hear us. Nick Jones: [stops for a moment] Look, they're going to catch us anyway. But this way we have a more of a chance. [He breaks the window and steps in to take a crossbow] Nick Jones: Yeah, that looks about right.