- Mac: [Showing Uncle Red the Silver Bullet] There it is. Nicest piece of work I ever done, I think. It's got a low-grain load... so it won't tumble. Ought to be pretty accurate.
- Uncle Red: [scoffs] Why, shoot, it's just a gag. I mean, uh, what the heck you gonna shoot a .44 bullet at anyway... made out of silver?
- Mac: How about a werewolf?
- Uncle Red: Holy jumped-up baldheaded Jesus palomino!
- Jane Coslaw: Uncle Red...
- Uncle Red: [to Jane then Marty then Jane again] From him I'd expect it. Sometimes I think your common sense got paralyzed along with your legs. But from you, Jane - you're Miss Polly Practical!
- Jane Coslaw: You don't understand.
- Uncle Red: I understand that my niece and my nephew are sending little love notes to the local minister suggesting he gargle with broken glass or eat a rat-poison omelette!
- Uncle Red: Where's your Mom?
- Marty Coslaw: She and Dad are out back lighting the barbeque, yeah, and Jane's walking around in all these new clothes showing off her tits, acting like no one ever had tits before her.
- Uncle Red: So let me get this straight. This dude killed your best friend, drove your best girl out of town, and made them cancel the fireworks. Am I lying?
- Marty Coslaw: Nope, you're not lying, Uncle Red.
- Uncle Red: Well, I got something in here that just might cheer you up.
- [gestures to the garage]
- Marty Coslaw: [look of surprise] Oh, I can see it?
- Uncle Red: [Marty's about to test his new motor chair Red souped up] You ready? I feel like a virgin on prom night.
- [Arnie the town drunk goes out to fix the train tracks in the middle of the night, becoming the first victim of the werewolf attacks]
- Arnie Westrum: [Arnie drunkenly sings] My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer / Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer / It's not bitter, not sweet, it's a real frosty treat / Won't you buy, won't you but Rheingold Beer / Won't you try, won't you buy
- Arnie Westrum: [Arnie hears the rustle of leaves] Jesus, Arnie. What're you, are you afraid of the Boogeyman? Heh-heh. God. Come on out of there, buster, and give me a hand. All right, what is it that you want, Arnie? I want some Rheingold... As soon as I get that dirt out of there.
- [the wolf pops up and tears his head off, leaving it strewn on the train tracks]
- Older Jane: [narrating] The killing had begun, but at first, no one knew it. You see, Arnie Westrum was a chronic drunk. And what happened seemed like an accident. The county coroner concluded Arnie had passed out on the tracks. There wasn't enough evidence to conclude anything else.
- Uncle Red: You wanna know what I think?
- Marty Coslaw: No, we just called you out here to admire your pretty little face.
- Uncle Red: You better watch your mouth, right now. You're on thin ice with me, son.
- [Brady drops a garter snake from a tree above, getting Jane to fall into a puddle of mud]
- Brady Kincaid: Look alive!
- Brady Kincaid: [Marty covers his face as Brady continues to laugh at Jane] Hey, Jane! Did you wet your pants?
- Marty Coslaw: Jane, I'm sorry.
- Jane Coslaw: Oh, yeah, sure!
- Marty Coslaw: I didn't mean to.
- Jane Coslaw: Oh, no. You never mean to! I hate you, you booger!
- Marty Coslaw: You know who used to have a baseball bat like that? Mr. Knopfler.
- Uncle Red: So?
- Jane Coslaw: It looked like Bigfoot had used it for a toothpick!
- Uncle Red: [after Jane and Marty tell him about the werewolf] I'm a little too old to be playing "Hardy Boys meet Reverend Werewolf"!
- [Stella Randolph cries in her bedroom with a handful of pills to overdose on]
- Stella Randolph: Suicides go to hell, especially if they're pregnant, and I don't even care.
- [as the werewolf makes its way up to her bedroom window]
- Pete Sylvester: Maybe that wasn't such a good idea telling that Smokey Bear from the detective division to 'fuck off', Joe.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: Well, I waited till he hung up.
- Billy McLaren: Where's it coming from? Over there?
- Bobby Robertson: No, it's behind us. I told you you couldn't trust this fog!
- Aspinall: It's... under the fog!
- Andy Fairton: What're you saying?
- Aspinall: It's right here WITH us!
- [more growling can be heard and Edgar is attacked; Maggie screams]
- Bobby Robertson: [petrified with fear] I can't move!
- Aspinall: Start backing up, Andy.
- Andy Fairton: Yeah.
- Aspinall: Real slow.
- [Aspinall is attacked and Andy's gun goes off]
- [first lines]
- Older Jane: [Older Jane narrating] The last full moon of that Spring came a little more than a month before school let out for Summer vacation. Our town's long nightmare began that night.
- [Older Jane narrates about the townspeople and her brother Marty]
- Older Jane: [narrating at the scene of the town barbecue] This is Tarker's Mills, where I grew up. And this is how it looked that spring, a town where people cared about each other as much as they cared about themselves
- Older Jane: [narrating at the scene of Marty] I was nearly 15 years old, and my brother, Marty, was 11. Marty was the cross I had to bear. He wasn't so bad, actually. He was just constantly thrown in my face by my parents.
- [Marty rides up to his friends Brady and Tammy at the end of school]
- Brady Kincaid: Hey, it's Madman Marty on the Silver Bullet! So, Marty, glad to be out of jail?
- Marty Coslaw: No. I like school.
- Tammy Sturmfuller: Booger!
- Jane Coslaw: Marty, are you okay?
- Marty Coslaw: All except my legs.
- Jane Coslaw: What about them?
- Marty Coslaw: [turns to her] I don't think I can walk.
- [Marty rides alongside Tammy and gets her home, as the drunken father Milt Sturmfuller sees Marty]
- Milt Sturmfuller: Damn cripples. Always end up on welfare. Ought to electrocute them all. Balance the damn budget.
- [Andy Fairton talks trash about Sheriff Haller not finding out about who murdered Stella Randolph]
- Andy Fairton: Joe Haller couldn't find his own ass if somebody rammed it full of radium and gave him a Geiger counter!
- Nan Coslaw: [arguing about his drinking in front of Mary] Look, Marty has enough strikes against him...
- Uncle Red: He doesn't have any strikes against him!
- Nan Coslaw: That I'm afraid one day he's just going to give up.
- Uncle Red: He's not going to give up.
- Nan Coslaw: Well, he doesn't need you showing him how to do it!
- Jane Coslaw: I love you, Marty.
- Older Jane: I wasn't always able to say those words, but I can now. I love you, Marty, goodnight.
- Uncle Red: Holy jumped up, bald-headed Jesus, palomina!
- Jane Coslaw: Uncle Red!
- Uncle Red: From him, I'd expect it. Sometimes I think your common sense got paralyzed along with your legs. But from you, Jane? You're Miss Polly Practical.
- Jane Coslaw: You don't understand.
- Uncle Red: I understand that my niece and my nephew are sending little love notes to the local minister, suggesting that he gargle with broken glass. Or eat a rat-poison omelet.
- Marty Coslaw: It came for me. I shot it in the eye. Now he's wearing an eye patch.
- Uncle Red: I wish I had a tape recorder so you could hear what you sound like.
- Marty Coslaw: What about the baseball bat Jane saw in the shed?
- Uncle Red: What about it?
- Marty Coslaw: You know who used to have a baseball bat like that? Mr. Knopfler.
- Uncle Red: So?
- Jane Coslaw: It looked like Bigfoot had used it for a toothpick.
- Uncle Red: You want to know what I think?
- Marty Coslaw: No. We just called you out here to admire your pretty little face.
- Uncle Red: You better watch your mouth right now. You're on thin ice with me, son. I think you had a hallucination. I think it was probably a broomstick or something.
- Jane Coslaw: It was not! You want me to show it to you? Come on, I'm not afraid. I'll show it to you right now!
- Uncle Red: No, no, no, no, no. I'm a little too old to be playing "The Hardy Boys meet Reverend Werewolf."
- Marty Coslaw: Okay, forget it.
- Uncle Red: Jesus. Yeah, forget it. Forget it. Werewolves.
- Marty Coslaw: Probably have gotten rid of it by now, anyway.
- Uncle Red: This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Just forget it! It's crazy!
- [They're in a car outside Reverend Lowe's chapel]
- Uncle Red: You see your suspect yet, Marty?
- Marty Coslaw: Yes, I see him.
- Uncle Red: Are you trying to tell me that a man who took a rocket in the eye three nights ago is out here painting a thermometer? He'd either be in the hospital or he would be dead!
- Marty Coslaw: I didn't shoot him when he was a man. I shot him when he was...
- Uncle Red: What, a werewolf? Oh, Jesus. Jane, you don't believe this madness, do you?
- Jane Coslaw: I don't know exactly what I believe, but I know that what I saw was a baseball bat, and not a broomstick. And I know there was something strange about the way the garage smelt that day. It smelt like an animal's den. And I believe in Marty. You used to believe in him, too, Uncle Red.
- Uncle Red: Kids.
- Marty Coslaw: [as they pull up to the fair] Aw man, they canceled the fireworks!
- Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted.
- Jane Coslaw: You always take his side 'cause he's crippled. Well, it's not my fault he's crippled!
- Nan Coslaw: You just wanna be quiet or I'm gonna smack you! Now, I mean it!
- [Marty goes into Jane's room thinking she's asleep, when she see's Marty putting money down on her lamp table for she can get new pantyhose that Brady dirtied]
- Jane Coslaw: [Jane whispers in the dark] What's the money for?
- Marty Coslaw: A new pair of pantyhose. Is it enough? Jane, please take the money. It was Brady's idea. Honest to God. I want to make up.
- Jane Coslaw: [Jane turns on the light] I can get a pair of L'eggs down at the pharmacy for $1.49. Here.
- [gives him back part of the money]
- Stella's Boyfriend: I told you, Babe, it ain't my baby - and don't you ever drag me off like that again!
- Stella Randolph: Please, don't say that. You know it's your baby.
- Stella's Boyfriend: Look, we had this conversation before.
- Stella Randolph: You know it better than anybody.
- Stella's Boyfriend: Sorry, Babe.
- Stella Randolph: I have to have some help and I don't know what to do.
- Stella's Boyfriend: It's your oven but it ain't my bun ya got bakin' in there, huh? See ya.
- Stella Randolph: [sobbing] You have to help me.
- Stella's Boyfriend: [abandoning her] Remember the good times, you know what I mean?
- Maggie Andrews: What's the matter, Bobby? You gonna make lemonade in your pants?
- Bobby Robertson: I ain't scared!
- Jane Coslaw: In the made-up stories, the guy who's the werewolf only changes when the moon is full, but maybe he's like this almost all the time, only as the moon gets fuller...
- Marty Coslaw: ...the guy gets wolfier.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: [to the mob, led by Andy Fairton] The law has a name for what you people are planning. It's called "private justice". And private justice is about a step and a half away from lynch mobs and hang ropes. Now I may be no J. Edgar Hoover, but I am the law in Tarker's Mills. I want all you people to go home.
- Andy Fairton: Don't let this guy scare you! What's he done since this whole thing started but hang his face out? He ain't got so much as a fingerprint!
- Owen Knopfler: Shut up, Andy.
- Andy Fairton: No, don't tell me to shut up.
- Herb Kincaid: Yes... Shut up. I just came from my boy's funeral.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: Herb. Herb, I know how upset... how grief-stricken you must be.
- Herb Kincaid: He was torn apart.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: I know that. I...
- Herb Kincaid: Upset? Grief-stricken? You don't know what those words mean. My son was torn to pieces. Pieces!
- [shouting, holding up an unseen Polaroid]
- Herb Kincaid: MY SON WAS TORN TO PIECES! You come in here and talk to these men about private justice? You dare to do that? Why do you go out to Harmony Hill, Sheriff Haller, and dig up what's left of my boy Brady... and explain to him about private justice. Would you want to do that? As for me, I'm gonna go out and hunt up a little private justice.
- [walks out of the bar]
- Andy Fairton: [to the mob] You heard him. Let's go!
- Jane Coslaw: [rides her bike up to the boys flying their kites] Get home, dinner was an hour ago!
- Marty Coslaw: Oh, I forgot. Is she mad?
- Jane Coslaw: Yeah, at *me* for not finding you sooner.
- Uncle Red: You mean to tell me you shot him in the eye three nights ago and now he's outside painting a sign? He'd either be dead or in the hospital.
- Reverend Lowe: If i can give any word of comfort its this. The time of the beast always passes, and the face of the beast always becomes known.
- Marty Coslaw: Uncle Red, what if its not a guy? You know, what if it's a kind of monster like a werewolf or something? Tammy said she was hearing some kind of growling in the shed the night her father was killed.
- Uncle Red: Guess they better get that guy.
- Marty Coslaw: Uncle Red?
- Uncle Red: Yo.
- Marty Coslaw: What if it's not a guy?
- Uncle Red: What do you mean?
- Marty Coslaw: Well, what if it's some kind of monster?
- Uncle Red: [laughs] Yeah. What if it's some kind of monster?
- Marty Coslaw: You know, like a werewolf or something.
- Uncle Red: [laughs] That's a good one. Yeah.
- [They arrive at the house]
- Uncle Red: Here we go.
- Marty Coslaw: You know, Tammy told me she'd been hearing noises in the greenhouse. Growling noises. Her father was killed that night.
- Uncle Red: Listen, Marty, you have got to get this idea out of your head. Psychotics are more active when the moon is full. And this guy's a psycho. When they catch him, you're gonna find out he's just as human as you and me.
- Uncle Red: I tell you I'm gonna open up a reptile farm. Get me a road sign out. That would be some kind of barbecue! Here we go. Oh!
- [Take out a bag from the trunk of his car to give to Marty]
- Uncle Red: Now, I said I had something for you. As I believe you do recall.
- Marty Coslaw: Yeah. What is it?
- Uncle Red: You're gonna have 4th of July, but you're gonna have it in September.
- [Takes fireworks out of the bag]
- Uncle Red: Now, remember, it isn't just the fireworks. It's so no crazy shithead can stop the good guys. If you can dig that...
- Marty Coslaw: Yeah, I can dig.
- Uncle Red: Now, stay near the house.
- Marty Coslaw: Yeah, sure.
- Uncle Red: Okay.
- [pulls had a rocket firework]
- Uncle Red: Save this for last. It's a rocket. You'll like it.
- Marty Coslaw: Thanks a million, Uncle Red.
- Uncle Red: You're welcome a million, Marty. And stick 'em in the bushes for right now, okay?
- Marty Coslaw: All right.
- Uncle Red: Now, remember. Stay near the house, okay?
- Marty Coslaw: Promise.
- Uncle Red: Okay.
- Marty Coslaw: All right.
- Uncle Red: That's good. I want you to have a good time.
- Marty Coslaw: Thanks a lot, Uncle Red.
- Uncle Red: Watch out for the werewolf.
- Marty Coslaw: Good-bye.
- [Uncle Red howls as he drives off]
- Uncle Red: [picks up phone] Oh, shit. Hello?
- Marty Coslaw: Uncle Red, it's me, Marty. I saw the werewolf last night.
- Uncle Red: Oh, Marty.
- Marty Coslaw: I saw the werewolf!
- Uncle Red: Hey, buddy you had a bad dream.
- Marty Coslaw: It wasn't a dream, Uncle Red. I saw the werewolf with the firecracker. He was there!
- Uncle Red: There are no such things as werewolves.
- Marty Coslaw: There is. I saw it! Uncle Red, it was a werewolf!
- Uncle Red: Have some pity on your poor uncle, okay?
- Uncle Red: Uncle Red, I saw...
- [Uncle Red hangs up]
- Uncle Red's Girl: Jesus.
- Uncle Red: What?
- Uncle Red's Girl: Who was that?
- Uncle Red: Obscene phone call.
- Reverend Lowe: Marty. I'm very sorry about this, Marty. I don't know if you believe that or not, but it's true I would never willingly hurt a child.
- Marty Coslaw: Please. I won't tell anyone.
- Reverend Lowe: You should have let me alone, Marty. I can't kill myself. Our religion teaches that suicide is the greatest sin a man or a woman can commit. Stella was going to commit suicide, and if she had done so she would be burning in hell right now. By killing her, I took her physical life but I saved her life eternal. You see how all things serve the will and the mind of God? You see? You meddling little shit! You're gonna have a terrible accident, Marty. You're gonna fall in the river.
- [a motor is heard Marty looks out and sees a farmer Mr Zinnerman and calls for help]
- Marty Coslaw: Mr. Zinneman! Help me! Please, help me! Mr. Zinneman! Please! Mr. Zinneman, I'm in the bridge! Help me, please!
- Elmer Zinneman: That you, Marty?
- [Marty turns and sees that Reverend Lowe has driven off]
- Elmer Zinneman: Spooky in there, isn't it?
- Sheriff Joe Haller: That is the craziest goddamn story I have ever heard in my life.
- Uncle Red: I know.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: Do you believe any of this?
- [Uncle Red is silent]
- Sheriff Joe Haller: You do, don't you?
- Uncle Red: Well, let's just say I believe Reverend Lowe ought to be checked out.
- Sheriff Joe Haller: That can be arranged.
- Uncle Red: Thank you, Joe.
- [Get up and leaves]
- Older Jane: The man Uncle Red had gone to see, was more than a gunsmith. He was, Uncle Red said, "An old-world craftsman." A sort of wizard of weapons. He confirmed the high-grade silver content of my crucifix and Marty's medallion. Melted them down and molded them into a silver bullet. Marty had read all the legends about werewolves, and though they differed on several minor points, they all agreed on one. It takes silver to kill a werewolf. And we were taking no chances.
- Older Jane: [referring to Marty and his werewolf story] He told me something that was clearly unbelievable, and yet, somehow I believed most of it. And, I understood one thing with total clarity: Marty himself believed it all.
- [She pushes a cartload of old bottles through deserted streets]
- Older Jane: Marty had seen where the rocket had struck home, he said, and I went out that day looking for more than just cans and bottles. I was looking for a man, or a woman, with just one eye.