Favorite Riffs (Short, cont.):
*Transition back to Hal, who is still talking it up with the farmers*
Mike (As Frank, sobbing): Will you please, please leave!
*After spending a minute or so talking up the good qualities of trains...*
Hal (narrating): When the trains coming, it can't stop.
Mike: Trains of blameless, holy creatures.
*Frank Jr. and Betty show up*
Frank Jr.: I give up Hal, I surrender! What's the charge?
Crow (as Hal): Hahaha.. Manslaughter!
*Frank Jr. and Betty follow Alan as he goes to town*
Crow: I have a feeling one of these characters is about to see their own intestines.
*After Frank Jr. and Betty have a bad run in with a train*
Crow (as cop): Will you identify this bucket full of your brother?
*As Hal gets in his car and starts to drive off*
Hal: So if the next car happens to be yours, don't tell me you were speeding a little, breaking the law a little...
Servo: Uh-oh..
Hal: Only doing something a little bit wrong, save that for somebody else, brother!
Crow: Oh my god, he's snapped!
Hal: Cause I've seen too many little follies!
Servo: He's a bad cop on the loose!
Hal: Someone's going to end up a little bit dead.
Mike: Now I'm going to grab a little bit of lunch.
*We get random shots of cops saluting*
Crow: Folks, we disavow anything to do with that officer! In fact, he was fired years ago.
Servo: That's right. Since his reign of terror, we've instituted a strict policy. Any officer appearing unannounced at a farmer's house will be severely reprimanded.
*Due to forced perspective, a cop looks far larger than he is*
Mike: Gargantucop.
Favorite Riffs (movie):
Narrator: Radar! A magic word. Born of a world conflict.
Mike: War is good.
*Mr. Hamilton and Tom the Radar Guy are talking about the radar. Apparently, it works just like sonar, since they found a school of fish on it*
Mr. Hamilton: I've always maintained that there is no limit to the possibilities of radar.
Servo (as Hamilton): Now where's the damn donut cart?
*A couple of guys are burying some dead bodies or something. The radar people are tracking them down, and they try to escape.*
Driver: C'mon, Blacky!
Mike: It's not Blacky, it's African Americany.
*The guys who planned the... whatever are standing around. All of a sudden, we hear a VERY reminiscent whistle sound*
Crow: No waffles!
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