The voice of reason is unfortunately on the other side. 
With all the drinking that goes on after dusk, this shrink goes through this all the time.
Poor Dan.
Wait.
They found a murdered body?
And…“break it up and go home!”
Whut?!?
“Hey! What’s going on down there?”
Love how a cop would investigate a light on in a basement.
Whew…36 minutes and this adventure is finished.
2 minutes to a hard-boiled egg? Did water boil at a higher temperature in the '50s?
“Your house? Why?”
If you can’t figure that out, I’m not gonna tell ya.
Back then everything worked better. /old man’s voice
So, they start drinking and the world goes wacky.
Hmmmm…I’m beginning to see a pattern.
What is the doc putting in their drinks?
Perfectly ordinary slaughtered corpse. Nothing to see here. Move along. :rolleyes:
Those pods are scary gruesome.
“I thot it was me. I’ve been away so long.”
No dear. It was you. There. There. pat pat
“I can take a pitchfork myself.”
Whoa! She is feisty. I knew I liked Becky.
Wow, is it really that easy to call the FBI? The '50s really were a different world.
Atomic radiation worked better back then! 
Camera on the pitchfork.
C’mon!! Do it! Do EEETTTTTT!!
You can’t. Don’t kill clone Becky. Now you can have that three-way.
Dude, a body is forming before your eyes. It’s stabbin’ time!
I still think Dr. Bennell spiked their drinks. The paranoia is palpable.
Those frakkers are flammable!!