- Heather Miller: So, you're a Hartman.
- Burt Hartman: Yes I am.
- Heather Miller: [tries to stab Carl in the neck through the glass in the police car] I'm a Sawyer!
- Nikki: Welcome to Texas, motherfucker!
- [Nikki then shoots at Leatherface through the barn door and the chainsawing stops]
- Ryan: Did you hit him?
- Nikki: I don't know.
- Ryan: Did you hit him!
- Nikki: I don't know!
- [Ryan sees headlights heading toward the barn door]
- Ryan: Something's coming back up. Back up! Back up, Nikki!
- [Nikki yells when the van rams through the door]
- Heather Miller: Get in!
- Ryan: It's Heather!
- Nikki: [cries] The hell was that? What was? Wait where's Kenny?
- Heather Miller: He's dead, he's fucking dead!
- Nikki: [cries] What!
- Carl: [Pointing the gun at Leatherface] Drop the fuckin' saw! I said, drop it! Put it down!
- [Leatherface throws the chainsaw at Carl, missing him]
- Nikki: [while changing tops] So do you know anything about this place?
- Heather Miller: Just the address.
- Kenny: We're just in and out, right?
- Ryan: That's the deal.
- [Heather and her friends return to the house and finds it ransacked by Darryl]
- Heather Miller: Oh, shit.
- Nikki: What?
- Heather Miller: Fucking thief.
- [drops her shopping bags and walks over to table]
- Heather Miller: He took my keys.
- Kenny: Wow, he played that smooth.
- Nikki: Yeah, he did.
- Heather Miller: We should never have picked that guy up.
- Ryan: Yo!
- [smiles outside the door as he pops a cork of champagne]
- Ryan: Whoo! Let's do this right.
- [his smile drops]
- Ryan: What's wrong?
- Heather Miller: Darryl ripped us off.