Cilla: You're first.
Rapist: This is none of your business.
Cilla: I'm the rapee, I should have something to say.
Cilla: You're next, and then you. Come on, honey.
Marissa: Listen, I just can't bring a child into this kind of a world. Maybe later. Huh, Carlos?... Huh?
Marshal McLuhan: You know? A good woman is like a steel brush. Think about it.
Marshal's man: I say we run them out of town
Marshal McLuhan: That's not the American way! Underneath those ridiculous clothes and destructive attitudes there beats a heart crying: Give me another chance! Who knows, they may be just around a dog leg from... good citizenship.