Silas Crow: My name is Silas Crow. I'm 18-years-old. For a year, me and Frank Fencepost been trying to get into this mechanic school. First, they tell us we gotta write a story. Something about something we know. Well, for a long time I couldn't find one, I mean, lots of stuff goes on here, but I couldn't see it as stuff you'd write down.
Silas Crow: I think you're looking pretty good for three years in the pen.
Gooch: It's a fucking health spa.
Poppy: You know, Sadie, sometimes jail is the best thing to keep a man in shape.
Sadie Maracle: Well, then I guess Silas could use a year or two huh?
Robert McVey: What are these things? Totems?
Silas Crow: Those are old car parts.
Sadie Maracle: You know Silas, that story you wrote for your entrance exam is pretty good.
Silas Crow: Yeah?
Sadie Maracle: Yeah. But Frank's was wicked! I mean, he should get it published.
Silas Crow: You really think so?
Sadie Maracle: Yeah.
Silas Crow: I think Frank's is the best thing I ever wrote.
