Gale: You understand, H.I.? If this works out, it's just the beginning of a spree to cover the entire southwest proper. And we keep going until we can retire. Or we get caught.
Evelle: Either way, we're fixed for life.
Jeremy Capello: This blood's for you.
Doctor Jeff Cooper: You know... you kind of remind me of a bull terrier of some kind.
J.C. Wiatt: Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls.
Rhonda Shand: You're the only man whoever bet on a horse that started from a kneeling position.
George Henderson: We've got some big guns and some big-big guns but I'm afraid I'm all out of big-big ammo.
Rudy: If you want to be cool, first you pull your headband into the cool position. Then you just lean back, put this hand in your pocket and then you wave this hand behind you like you just cut one and your trying to shoo away the stinch.
Lauren: Excuse please. I vas hoping you were to... how do I to say?
Ticket Agent: You say it quickly, I'm off in three minutes.
Gramps: Don't call me sir! I ain't no politician.
Ricky Caldwell: That bastard. He left us out there to die.
Henry Bloom: That was so long ago. How could you possibly remember all that?
Ricky Caldwell: Because... I was there. You know, I don't like your attitude, Bloom.
Henry Bloom: My attitude is not the issue here, Mr. Caldwell.
Ricky Caldwell: Oh yeah, I forgot. You in a hurry, Doc? Am I wasting your valuable time?
Bobby Taylor: There's always work at the post office.
Son of the Invisible Man: Being invisible is the best.
Dr. Cynthia Sheldrake: There is a distinct difference between killing someone and fucking them.
Foul Phil - Suit: My tummy hurts.
Greaser Greg - Suit: What did you eat?
Foul Phil - Suit: Everything.
Greaser Greg - Suit: That makes sense.
George Jetson: That's grass. I read about it in ancient history.
Lynda Mansell: Up your bum.
Mr. Damnkids: Damn kids.
Lester Bacon: Buddy's a good boy, but he has what you might call basic hygiene problems.
