The Collector: [Brayker has just burned his face with the Key causing him to jump off the window] HUMANS... You're not worth the flesh you're printed on... [taking off his outfit] The Collector: Fuck this cowboy shit! You fucking hoedown, podunk, well them there motherfuckers! All you had to do was give me the goddamn key! Then we could get on with our lives. [cuts his hand to make new creatures] The Collector: Alright... this house is hereby... condemned...|