I got a son. Little slow, but a good boy, and somethin' tells me he'd make a helluva...

Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
...and then, Dr. Vornoff falls into the pit, and his own octupus attacks and eats him. The end. Old Man McCoy:
Whew! That's quite a story. Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
Yes. Old Man McCoy:
So, uh, you made the movie, and now you wanna make it again? Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
No. We shot ten minutes of the movie, and now we're looking for completion funds. Old Man McCoy:
Oh, son, you're too vague. [Yells to one of his butchers] Old Man McCoy:
BILLY BOB! You're cuttin' em too lean. Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
Mr. McCoy. How can I make you happy? Old Man McCoy:
[Spits]
Okay. Two things. Number one: I want the movie to end with a big explosion. Sky full of smoke. Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
Yes. But it ends with Dr. Vornoff falling into the pit. Old Man McCoy:
Not any more. Number two: I got a son. Little slow, but a good boy, and somethin' tells me he'd make a helluva leadin' man