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After a bizarre and near fatal encounter with a serial killer, a television newswoman is sent to a remote mountain resort whose residents may not be what they seem.
Karen White: A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.
[first lines] Dr. George Waggner: Repression. Repression is the father of neurosis, of self-hatred. Now, stress results when we fight against our impulses. We've all heard people talk about animal magnetism, the natural man. the noble savage, as if we'd lost something valuable in our long evolution into civilized human beings. Now there's a good reason for this.
Eddie Quist: I'm gonna give you a piece of my mind. I trusted you, Karen. [He proceeds to pull a piece of brain out of a bullet hole in his head]
Erle Kenton: We should have stuck with the old ways. Raising cattle for our feed. Where's the life in that? Charlie Barton: Humans *are* our cattle. Erle Kenton: Humans are our *prey*. We should feed on them, like we've always done. Screw all this "channel your energies" crap.
Morgue Attendant: [knocking on mortuary-vault door] Visitors, Eddie!
Fred Francis: [on the phone after Karen freezes during a newscast] Who knows? Maybe she's pregnant. Listen, get in touch with that Fujiama, Fujimoto, or whatever the hell her name is and get her ready for the 11:00 report.
Bookstore owner: [on how to kill werewolves] Silver bullets or fire, that's the only way to get rid of the damn things. They're worse than cock-a-roaches.
Karen White: There was howling just a minute ago. R. William 'Bill' Neill: It was probably somebody's stray dog. Karen White: It didn't sound like any dog I've ever heard before. R. William 'Bill' Neill: Honey, you're from Los Angeles. The wildest thing you've ever heard is Wolfman Jack. This is the country.
Donna: Haven't you ever done Assertiveness Training? Before I looked into the Doc, I did it all - EST, T.M., Scientology, iridology, Primal Scream... I don't know, I figure another five years of real hard work, and maybe I'll be a real human being.
Eddie Quist: [to Chris] Hello, bright boy.
[last lines] Man at End of Bar: Hey Ernie? Put that pepper steak on for me, will ya? And a hamburger for the lady. Ernie: How do ya want that? Man at End of Bar: How you want it, honey? Marsha Quist: [smiles] Rare.
[looking in what was Eddie Quist's morgue locker] Chris: He's not here! Morgue Attendant: He was here this morning! Terry Fisher: [noticing the damage on the inside of the locker door] Look at the door! Chris: You think somebody took him? Morgue Attendant: Well, he didn't just get up and walk away!
Chris: Eddie? Eddie Quist: You know me, but I don't know you. Why is that?
Karen White: Where's Bill? Marsha Quist: He's one of us now.
Chris: You're crazy! Eddie Quist: Oh, I'm much more than that!
Eddie Quist: Don't you know anything?
Erle Kenton: You can't tame what's meant to be wild, doc. It just ain't natural.
Charlie Barton: Sorry to scare you, ma'am, thought you was a cowjacker.
Dr. George Waggner: [upon being shot] Thank God! [Drops to the ground]
Karen White: We have to warn people, Chris. We have to make them believe.
Marsha Quist: [addressing Dr. Waggner] "We can fit in," you said. "We can live with them." You make me sick.
Chris: [points his rifle] I've got silver bullets in here. Jerry Warren: Silver bullets my ass! Get up, T.C.!
Bookstore owner: [about his occult bookstore] We get 'em all: sun-worshippers, moon-worshippers, Satanists. The Manson family used to hang around and shoplift. Bunch of deadbeats!
R. William 'Bill' Neill: I'm looking for my wife. Marsha Quist: Why?
Boy watching TV: Wow! Mother's voice (offscreen): What are you kids watching? Girl watching TV: The newslady's turned into a werewolf!
Dr. George Waggner: We should never try to deny the beast - the animal within us.
Karen White: [about Marsha] She walked past you like a bitch in heat!
Chris: You believe in this? Bookstore owner: What am I, an idiot? I'm makin' a buck here. You want books, I got books. I got chicken blood, I got dog embryos, I got black candles, I got wolf-bane. Look at this: Silver bullets. Some joker ordered them. Thirty-ought-six [caliber] Bookstore owner: . Never picked 'em up. I take Bank AmeriCard, American Express, Visa. You gonna buy that or what?