Sheriff Frank
Gremlins, huh?
Billy
Yes.
Sheriff Frank
Little monsters?
Billy
Right.
Sheriff Frank
Hundreds of them?
Billy
I don't know, maybe thousands. Look, I know it sounds crazy. I know it does, but in a matter of hours, this town's going to become a major disaster area! You have got to warn people!
Sheriff Frank
You think the kid is drunk?
Deputy Brent
No, but you are!
Sheriff Frank
Tell me something, Billy. How does a cute little creature like this turn into a thousand ugly monsters?
Billy
Well, this is before it enters the pupal stage.
Deputy Brent
The pupal stage?
Billy
Yeah, right. Plus it multiplies with water.
Deputy Brent
Aw, Christ!
Sheriff Frank
Brent, why don't you give the kid some water?
Billy
I wouldn't do that, sheriff.
Sheriff Frank
[The phone rings. The sheriff answers it]
Sheriff's office. Yeah, speaking... What?... Oh no... Yeah, we'll be right over.
Deputy Brent
Who was that?
Sheriff Frank
The Futtermans. Something about a snowplow, a freak accident...
Billy
It's the creatures! The creatures are making it look like an accident! Sheriff! WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?!
SF Sherriff Frank
You listen to me, kid! Go on home, take little Gizmo, sit by the fire and open your Christmas presents, okay? Atta boy!
Deputy Brent
[as he and Frank leave]
Let me drive.
Sheriff Frank
No, you're drunk.
Deputy Brent
You always get to drive!
Sheriff Frank
Cause I'm the sheriff, asshole!
Sheriff Frank
My god, Frye, that was Mrs. Deagle.
Deputy Brent
[A gremlin under the police car pulls out the brake wire from the car. Meanwhile a Santa Claus comes out of his house attacked by gremlins.]
Jesus, Frank, that's Dave Morris! He does Santa every year!
Sheriff Frank
Yeah, but what the hell is he doing now? What's that stuff he's got all over him?!