Bobby: You're just an ignorant, inbred, tumbleweed hick.
Darrell: Damn. Gonna be another hot one today. Sometimes I don't even want to get out of bed. Course, I don't want to get out for the cold ones neither.
Flo: Now you can fuckin' take it, or you can fuckin' leave it.
Grace: Don't you want to know? Was Jake my father? Was I fucking my daddy? Yes, I was! I was fucking my daddy! And I married him! I married him, okay? I just wanted to be a kid. And they took that from me. They treated me like meat. A piece of meat. Fuck him! Fuck the whole town, they deserve to die.
Bobby: Listen to me you stupid fuck.
Darrell: No! You listen to me goddamnit! Ya sorry son of a bitch! You owe me money! And this car aint goin' no place 'till I get it.
Grace: I don't want to go to Mexico, Bobby. I want to stay with you. Don't you think I care about you?
Bobby: I think you're a lying, backstabbing, psycho bitch... and one day you'll kill me. But it's nice to know you care.
Bobby: I don't know whether to fuck you... or kill you.
Bobby: It's not just a car. It's a sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang convertible.
Jake McKenna: I got a mind to put you over my knee right now and paddle your ass raw.
Blind Man: Your lies are old but you tell them pretty good.
Bobby: See, that's the difference between you and me, and why you live here and I'm just passing through.
Jenny: You like Patsy Cline? I just love her. I wonder how come she don't put out no more new records.
Bobby: Because she's dead.
Jenny: Oh... that's sad. Don't that make you sad?
Bobby: I've had time to get over it.
Bobby: Is everyone in this town on drugs?
Grace: I bet right now, you don't know if you want to kill me... or fuck me.
Grace: And here I made you all hot and sweaty.
Bobby: Is everybody fucking everybody in this crazy God damn town?
Bobby: You're a slimy bastard who'd have his wife killed to get his hands on some money.
Jake McKenna: What does that make you?
Bobby: The slimy bastard that's gonna' do it.
Grace: Fuck you, Superior.
Bobby: And a waitress named Flo.
