Hasta la vista, you little rat bastard!

[the mouse is lying helpless in front of the two Smuntzes] Lars:
Look, he's still breathing. Ernie:
Well, kill him! Find a blunt object! [Lars grabs a fireplace shovel and raises it over the mouse] Ernie:
Let him have it! [Lars tries several times, but can't] Ernie:
What the hell are you waiting for? Lars:
I can't just hit him with a shovel. Ernie:
Why not? Lars:
Well, look at him, he's pathetic! Ernie:
Pathetic? He's Hitler with a tail! This is The Omen with whiskers! Nostradamus didn't see this thing coming! Lars:
Ernie, he's a living thing... Ernie:
Not for long, give me that! [He grabs the shovel and tries to whack the mouse, but can't] Ernie:
I CAN'T! [He sobs, beating his own forehead with the shovel] Ernie:
Look at him just lying there. It just doesn't feel very sportsmanlike! Lars:
We'd better do something quick, I think he's coming to! [Cut to Lars and Ernie driving to the Post Office. Ernie is holding a small box addressed "TO FIDEL CASTRO, HAVANA, CUBA." Scratching is heard inside the box, and Ernie raises it to his ear] Ernie:
Aw... I forgot to put holes in the box. [Ernie chuckles evilly. At the Post Office, they drop the box through a slot and watch it slide down the mail chute] Ernie:
Hasta la vista, you little rat bastard!