No, they're not. Are they, Ray? Go ahead, tell 'em.
We got the goods on 'em, don't we?
Someday they're gonna dig up the back of that yard...
and they're gonna find the rest of that skeleton to go with that femur.
- It might not be Walter, but... - Shut up, Art! Shut up!
God, you don't know when to quit, do you?
Look at me!
I'm a shell of a man because of you, Art.
- Now, now... - Soldiers!
You leave 'em alone! Get off their case already!
They didn't do anything to us. They didn't do anything to us!
All right, so they're different! So they keep to themselves!
Can you blame them? They live next door to people who break into their house...
and burn it down while they're gone for the day.
Remember what you were saying about people in the 'burbs?
People like Skip?
People who mow their lawn for the 800th time and then snap?
Well, that's us! It's not them! That's us!
We're the ones vaulting over fences and peeking in through people's windows!
We're the ones throwing garbage in the street and lighting fires!
We're the ones who are acting suspicious and paranoid, Art!
We're the lunatics! Us! It's not them!
It's us.
I don't know what to say.
What, do you want me to move?
- I'm gonna kill him! - You're crazy!
- Back off! - Stop it! Stop it!
- Ow! Ow! Ow! - Break it up!
- Stop it! Stop it! - I don't care! I've been blown up!
Take me to the hospital!
Take me to a hospital. I'm sick.
My eye hurts.
Honey? I'll just...
find out what hospital they're taking you to...
and then I'll... follow right along.
- Okay? - Okay, honey.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine, Carol.