Little Bear: Good! I like danger. Do you like danger, Texas Man?
Rumbo: Hey. Hey! What's going on?
Young Fluke: I guess I was dreaming.
Rumbo: You were what?
Young Fluke: Uh, dreaming. I was seeing pictures inside my head.
Rumbo: Pictures ain't got no business being inside your head. Next time you just growl and chase 'em away.
Young Fluke: Rumbo, have you always been a dog?
Rumbo: What you talkin' about? What else could I have been?
Young Fluke: I don't know. A human.
Rumbo: A two-legger? Me?
Carl Panzram: Come on, you hoosier bastard. I could hang ten men in the time it's taking you to hang one.
Octavia Tarrant: Death is a return, you know. We leave life just like we came in.
Annie Tarrant: Alone?
Octavia Tarrant: Naked, blind, and covered in our own shit.
Gilbert Sipes: Go play your banjo, Goober.
Junior Healy: I'm getting out.
Ben Healy: You can't just get out of a moving vehicle.
Junior Healy: Well anything's better than listening to this lecture.
Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
Shiho: Tidy up quickly and take that lunch box to Dad.
Shizuku: What?
Shiho: What do you mean by that tone? You're going to the library, right? Or shall I go instead? Then you can clean the toilet, the bathroom, and the entryway too, and go to the co-op for me. And take in the futons, do the shopping, and prepare dinner.
Shizuku: Goodbye.
Trina Gavin: People who commit these acts are in many ways, no different from you and me. But, they are no longer able to control their urges. They disassociate themselves from their own actions also experiencing an hysterical blindness. They're blind to the darkness within themselves.