Grant: Look, Milo, we're talking about real life here, okay? Real life is not California. Real life is a shit sandwich and every day you gotta take another bite.
Biscut: Check it out, dudes: there's a town in Arizona called Mohawk! Maybe I'll retire there!
Milo: I'm so sick of doing this; I'm sick of waiting for the world to end.
Biscut: Me, too. Why don't we do something else for a change?
Grant: Yeah? Like what?
Biscut: Well, if we put our heads together, maybe we could figure something out.
Grant: My head just got stepped on. I can't think of nothing.
Milo: California! Let's move to California!
Biscut: I got a job. I got responsibilities.
Milo: Biscut, you're washing dishes in a shithole, brother. Personally, I think you could risk the career change.
Biscut: Nice country, man. It's kinda like a Road Runner cartoon - meep-meep...! I mean, it's kinda creepy, like there's too much open space. Do you feel that?
Daredelvis: So, what's y'all fellas' line of work?
Daredelvis: Oh, well that's the slowest form of suicide.
[hands Grant his business card]
Daredelvis: Well, look, man, if I can ever be of any help...
Grant: [reading] Dared-delvis...? Horse trader, snake charmer, marriage counselor, divorce lawyer, musician, poker player, stunt driver, dowser, clairvoyant, actor, poet.
Daredelvis: Yeah, man, but my real bread and butter's the Bullfightin' scene. You really oughta' catch my act sometime - it's going nowhere but up!
Biscut: Till a week ago, I ain't never seen a dead man before, and now - fuck - you know?
Wes: Aw, man! We just got a little carried away that night, that's all! That buddy of yours; that was the first white man we ever killed, honest!