[as one personality supplants the other]
Lester:I shall go to her. Women love me, Caleb. I'm not like you. You're ugly. But I am handsome and delightful. She shall love me, Caleb, as much as she hated you. I am love, total love. I am Lester, and I am alive!
Lester:I'm going to awaken you from this earthly nightmare... awaken you to the sweet repose of death.
Lester:Your feminine pulchritude is detestable, and you were trying to drain the energy from me!
[awakened by rock music blaring on the radio]
Carl:This is a hell of a way to wake up. A cacophony of horse manure.
[adopting a ridiculously overdone Mexican accent]
Lester:Buenos noches. I'm Lester Hernandez.