Benny: Sshh. This gun makes an awfully loud noise. And an awfully big hole.
Alfredo: Do I know you?
Benny: Shut up!
Alfredo: Look here Mister; I am very scared of guns, so please, do not point that at my face.
Benny: How many?
Alfredo: How many what, OJ?
Benny: How many sick bent-fucks like YOU are there out here?
Alfredo: Darlin' I only got one thing to say to you; I don't like the tone of your voice.
Benny: What is this? Booby traps? Camel netting? What are you people doin' out here?
Alfredo: Big suprise... FUCK YOU MISTER!
Benny: [Punches Alfredo into the bog] One down.
Tex: Whaddaya think to our little lady?
Tinker: ...Uncertain. Looks like she might get all screamy on us Eddie.
Tex: [Slams meat cleaver on table] I wish you'd call me Tex. I told you.
Tinker: Oh I'm sorry boy. Goddamit, I'm sorry... how'd you like to do us the honor of plugging that whore up?
Tex: Come on sweetheart. Let's see what you got.
Benny: What the fuck is wrong with you people? Why don't you leave us alone?
Tex: We're hungry.
Benny: You never heard of pizza?
[swings at Tex and misses]
Tex: I like liver
Tex: and onions
Tex: and pain! And pain! And pain!
Mama: Junior loves them private parts. We knows what to do with them parts. Cut my own out years ago, I did.
Tex: Time for dinner!
Benny: [lights lighter] You're toast, fuck!
Scott: [searching through a pit full of decomposing bodies] I think I'm gonna barf.
Kim: Not in front of them news assholes. Far side of those trees.
Kim: [finding a pit full of decomposed bodies] It's like them body pits we found up near Dong Tre... Just counting skulls, I'd say we're looking at 40 to 50 bodies here.
Scott: Jesus. This is fucked.
Alfredo: [after peeping on Michelle in the bathroom] She likes it. She likes it just fine. Just ask her!
Tex: Why don't you just shut up, stupid.
Alfredo: You shut the fuck up, motherfucker. This is my place! I'll do whatever I want here in my place!
Tex: [stripping Ryan] Hey, looky here: colored drawers.
Alfredo: [singing to himself while dumping body parts into a lake] Clean that trap Alfred, clean it good, all you motherfuckers don't tell me what I should... um, do. Take your ugly face Tex and ram it up your butt! *That's* what I'm gonna do!