Sheriff:
[finding General Zod and Company standing on a dirt road, the Sheriff kicks in his car's lights and siren; to Duane]
From the look of 'em, I'll bet ten dollars they're from Los Angeles.
[to the Kryptonians]
Sheriff:
Hey, you hippies! Get your butts off the road!
General Zod:
I like the glow that flashes red like our Krypton sun. But not this irritating noise. Make way.
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