Ted quotes from The Venture Bros.

(after seeing Venturestein) Correction! Dracula-Frankenstein factory!

You're not ghosts! You're the fucking Boys from Brazil!

Darn! Out of gas. (notices Venture Industries) Hey, gang, dig this! Looks like some sort of secret, abandoned military base.

Patriarchal white pig square's nest.

Far out, Val. But something's fishy in the state of Denmark. I can feel a mystery coming on.

Ted, you said I could see my parents.

This was on the way, Patty.

We've been driving to my parents' house for ten years. You promised.

Patty... being out of your box isn't a right, it's a privilege. Baby, you don't want to go back in your box, do you?

No.

Dr. Orpheus

[with dramatic flourish] Who is Hector Molina?! And why do they keep sending me his Junk Mail?!?

Head's up, kids! Think we may have stumbled unto a Dracula factory!

Come on, Sonny. Mystery.

Sonny

F*** your mystery, man. I'm sick.

[holds up a prescription bottle] Sonny? Bet you'll come out for some Groovy treats.

I don't know about this, Ted...

Patty, if God didn't want us to solve this mystery, he wouldn't have had us run out of gas here.

But...what's the mystery?

Sonny

Hey, y'know, we're not out of gas, man...We got a five gallon tank in the back of the...

[hits Sonny] Why do you hate God so much?

Sonny

I don't hate God, man...

Well, God thinks you hate him, and that's just as bad as hating him. So how about you and Groovy go and start looking for some clues!

Sonny

Clues to what? What is your trip?

[Upbeat] Clues to why I don't chain you to the back of my van and road haul you until you're nothing but a pelvis - wearing a belt!

Guy's pissin' on your lawn, man.

NO! Another one!

Brock

DON'T HUNT!

Not so fast, los—[Brock grabs his arm] Don't shoot me!

Sonny

Mine is the sword of Michael! [the gun fires, shooting Sonny] I'm bleeding all over!

Sonny

[dying] I'm so cold, man...I'm so fuckin' cold.

The few remaining men will exist as studs, breeding in the cow pasture. Or they could go off to the nearest suicide center where they'll be quietly gassed to death.

Come on, guys!

Val, don’t.