Hired by an ambitious small-town pastor to find sacred relics in the Holy Land, a self-proclaimed Biblical archaeologist comes up short and his attempt to cover up his failure fuels a comic conspiracy.
In Freaks of Nature, we welcome you to Dillford, where three days ago, everything was peaceful and business as usual: the vampires were at the top of the social order, the zombies were at the bottom, and the humans were getting along in the middle.
Travel writer Bill Bryson (Robert Redford) takes a long-lost old friend (Nick Nolte) for a hike along the Appalachian Trail, which stretches more than 2,000 miles from Georgia to Maine.
In a dystopian near future, single people, according to the rules of The City, are taken to The Hotel where they are obliged to find a matching mate in forty-five days.
On the verge of a midlife crisis, Al Fountain decides to visit his family's old vacation spot after a business trip. When he runs into a quirky man, his life may be changed forever.
Jay: You're fucking kidding me! The Easter bunny did this? Brodie: All I said was that the Easter bunny at the Menlo Park mall was more convincing and he just jumped the railing and knocked me down. Jay: He's fucking dead! Brodie: Oh let it go, he's under a lot of pressure. [T.S. and Gwen approach them] T.S. Quint: What the hell happened? Jay: The guy in the Easter bunny suit kicked his ass. Brodie: I had it coming. Jay: [to Silent Bob] Fuck all that shit. Come on, Silent Bob. [Jay and Silent Bob leave] T.S. Quint: What really happened? Brodie: The proprietor of Fashionable Male beat a raincheck into my stomach. Gwen: Shannon Hamilton? T.S. Quint: You know that guy? Gwen: I went out with him once after we dated. He tried to screw me some place very uncomfortable. T.S. Quint: What? Like the back of a Volkswagen? Brodie: Sounds like his M.O.
Every time I come in the kitchen, you in the kitchen. In the goddamn refrigerator. Eatin' up all the food. All the chitlins... All the pig's feet... All the collard greens... All the hog maws. I wanna eat them chitlins... I like pigs feet.
