Come on, come on, my widdle red lobster. Come on, my sexy little crustracean. Come on

[They are admiring a ten-legged creature with heads at both ends] Harry Block:
Is it coming or it going? - The tree just ate it! Ira Kane:
Everything down here seems to be food for something else, so let's try to stay off the menu, huh? Harry Block:
Got that right. Ooops! [Block sees that he has stepped on a multi-legged creature. At once, alien insects descend like ants upon the mess and begin feasting] Harry Block:
Ira! Come here, look at these little things! Ira Kane:
Oh, cool! Great. Snag one! Harry Block:
Snag one? Ira Kane:
Yeah. Snag one and put them in the bucket! Harry Block:
I seen this movie, the black dude dies first. YOU snag it! Ira Kane:
Aw, don't be scared. Come on, we came for a specimen. Now snag one! Come on. Not gonna hurt you. Look, he's turned the other way. He's eating. Harry Block:
Come on, Come on, my widdle red lobster. Come on, my sexy little crustracean. Come on