Eduardo Rivera: Look, these things are supposed to be scary. Your story has no jeopardy. It's just forty pages of you blowing away ghosts and chasing skirts.
Garrett Miller: What's wrong with that?
Kylie Griffin: Hey, Iron Johns. Cut the guy talk. We got a call.
Garrett Miller: Blowing away ghosts. It's what I do.
Roland Jackson: So Garrett, how reality-based is your story?
Kylie Griffin: I think what Roland is politely fishing for is... we're in it, right?
Eduardo Rivera: Yeah, we're in it... for about a page... then we die... squealing for mercy.
Roland Jackson: We what?
Eduardo Rivera: Well, not all of us. The handsome guy in the wheelchair lives.
Kylie Griffin: What a shock.
Roland Jackson: It's okay, Garrett. I'm sure you have artistic reasons.
Kylie Griffin: Roland, don't be such a simp!
Garrett Miller: Hey, don't take it personally, guys, it's just more commercial with one hero. Besides, I get to avenge your deaths.
Kylie Griffin: Garrett, you made us squeal for mercy. I am 'not' a squealer.
Garrett Miller: Tell you what, i'll bring you back as ghosts in the sequel. Promise.
Garrett Miller: Don't don't let em' bug you, pachuco. They may be the brains of this operation, but you and me, we're the butt kickers. Especially me. And speaking of you, I didn't know you were such a horror fan.
Eduardo Rivera: A lot about me you don't know.
Garrett Miller: Well, tell me. As a fan of the genre, did my story rock?
Eduardo Rivera: Well, um...
Garrett Miller: Go on. Tell it to me like is. I can take it.
Eduardo Rivera: It stunk. Bad.
Garrett Miller: [sarcastically] Right.