“Bomb went off. He never had a chance. He’s gone to another place, man. He’s in…the Hurt Locker now.”
“You can’t just drive. You have to Drive Angry [whispers under breath] 3D.”
“Your arm is gone. You have to accept it. But it doesn’t matter. True surfers don’t surf with their bodies. They’re Soul Surfers.”
“When I met Andy DuFresne, I thought he was going to be in for life. But I was wrong. This is a story I like to tell out loud, and I call it The Shawshank Redemption. Although I’m not totally sure who I’m telling it to because I also eventually got out, at which point I had to not tell anyone about it.”
“Well boys, clearly this was the sight of a murder. Not just a murder. A massacre. Some sort of…Texas…Chainsaw Massacre.”
“I feel uncomfortable here. It’s like the Hills Have Eyes. Malformed, gross eyes. But eyes nonetheless.”
“There’s an agent on the case. Her name: Aeo…Ian…Ayon…it’s something Flux. I’ve never seen an A and an E combined into one letter, and I wouldn’t have the slightest idea of how to say it. But anyway, she is after us.”