Henry:I'm very picky about my fog. I hate phony fog. I want a very special fog. I do not want a Whitesnake-Poison-Billy-Squire video fog, I want a 1940s black-and-white Peter-Lorre-Boris-Karloff fog. I want a thick, tense serpentine-fog that creeps along the ground. I want a fog that seems like it's coming from Satan's ass.
Henry:Edgy? Hello, we're shooting a rock band on the "Lost World" set. If it had anymore edge, I could shave with it.
Henry:Your job in this scene is to make the boys tumescent... you know what tumescent means? Swollen... hard... stiff... Cockus Erectus.