- Papa Ceaser: [Last Lines, post-credits scene, the late Papa Caesar's voice is heard on tape] Hello, Isaac. This is Caesar. We've never seen eye to eye, you and I. But I wanted you to be aware of some important things. I find myself burdened with an inexorable sense of mortal duty, Isaac. And in the absence of a friend to confide in, I turn to you. You know of Clement Darling yes, the cretin prison warden? It was he who originally discovered the mutant compound in a secret lab beneath his prison. Clement's ambitions are small minded, Isaac. But he has friends, powerful friends. And they have had access to the compound for some time. You should know this, so you can prepare, Isaac. So you can warn the right people while there's still time. And there's so little time. And one more thing, Isaac. Are you aware that your father... is still alive?
- [chuckles evilly]
- Narrator: A howling hellcat humping a hot steel hog! A seductive she-devil leading a pair of pigs on a roaring rampage of revenge!
- Narrator: Get ready to be titillated, tantalized and teased by tassel tittied temptresses. But beware! These kittens have claws. Witness naked desire... naked lust... Naked Terror! Adults only... Keep both hands on the controller.
- G: I think if we've learned anything today, it's that love ain't always right.
- Isaac Washington: Hey, I loved my old man. You saying that ain't right?
- G: Well...
- Isaac Washington: And your fiancée in that jar over there loved her brother.
- G: I was just making an observation.
- Isaac Washington: Frankly, Casanova, I'd be more worried about reading the last twelve hours as a damning fucking indictment of contemporary feminism.
- G: Beg your pardon?
- Isaac Washington: I just think two dick-wielding cop clichés taking down a 100-foot birthing mother is a statement fairly limited in its interpretations.
- G: I'm not sure you can read too far into that.
- Isaac Washington: Not to mention, the strongest female role model in this whole affair ain't much more than a gherkin in a pickle jar.