Rachel: [Rachel has just discovered her car completely flipped over] What the Fuck!... MY FUCKING CAR!
Ricky: I guess that's what the bottom of a car looks like.
Rachel: I don't think that's funny.
Ricky: [Grabs Tammy's bra strap] So tell me, is this synthetic leather?
Tammy: We got it at Lacey's in Baton Rouge.
Patty: No, *you* go it at Lacey's. I was in Barnes & Noble flipping through Janes. Do not make me a part of your felony.
Ricky: You stole it?
Tammy: Well, I wasn't gonna buy it! It was too ugly! And I felt bad taking a nice one. I *have* a conscience.
Patty: You're still a crook.
Tammy: [Pulls her shirt down] Yeah, a crook with a nice rack.
Tammy: Don't you think?
Ricky: [Looks at Ray in his truck, watching them] You may not wanna pull those out too often.
Cece: [Grabs the Baka from around her grandma's neck] Sheriff! Was there a suitcase?
Sheriff: I'm sorry, child?
Cece: In the car, was there a suitcase in the car?
Sheriff: Yeah, there was. We pulled it out, it was empty though.
Cece: Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Eden Sinclair: Cece, are you ok?
Cece: What happened?
Eden Sinclair: It was an accident.
Cece: No, what happened to Ray? They said that Ray was in the car.
Eric: The car went in the water. He drowned.
Cece: Is that true?
Sheriff: Either that or the swamp snakes got him. We don't know for sure.
Ricky: [Sees a painting] Check this out!
Rachel: What is it supposed to be?
Ricky: I don't know.
Cece: It's a milking ceremony. It's an old Haitian ritual. The Mambo is saving the man's soul, clensing him of evil. It's his last rites. The snakes are charmed by the Mamboto suck out the man's evil, so that his soul may pass on.
Cece: Grandma saved souls. Murderers, sadists. The most vile men. She milked them of evil.
Eden Sinclair: What was in that suitcase, Cece?
Cece: Every soul that she ever milked was inside that suitcase. So if those snakes got set free, and they killed Ray, the evil of countless souls are inside him right now, possesing his body.
Sean: That can't be Ray.
Rachel: It's Ray, Sean.
Sean: Yeah, but Ray is dead.
[Ray throws a chain through the window, wrapping around sean's neck, dragging him out]
Cece: I can make a doll.
Eden Sinclair: A doll? What would that do?
Cece: The evil is inside Ray's body. I can't stop that, but maybe I can stop his body long enough for us to get out of here. It's worth a try.
Eden Sinclair: Are you talking about a voodoo doll?
Cece: If I had something of Ray's, like some, some hair, or some clothing, some actual part of him, I could make a doll.
Eric: So who's gonna go outside and pull a lock of hair?
Eden Sinclair: Will blood work?
Rachel: What are you talking about?
Eden Sinclair: Sean is his son. Ray's blood is running through him. That would work, right?
Cece: Blood works best.
Sean: So you're just gonna stare at her through plate glass all night, huh?
Eric: She doesn't wanna talk. I can tell by her posture.
Rachel: [about Ray] That man gives me the wheebies.
Eden Sinclair: It's just a scar, Rachel.
Rachel: Forget the scar. It's his eyes. The way he stares you down.
[Walks her fingers up Eden's arm]
Rachel: [Eden grabs her means of transportation; a bike] That's getting embarassing.
Eden Sinclair: Tuition... car payment... tuition... car payment.
Rachel: "Oh, who's that scrub on the bike?" "Oh, that's Dr. Sinclair! She clips coupons, too."
Eden Sinclair: Good night, Rachel.
Rachel: Good night, Eden.
Eric: Eden? Eden, come on!
[She gets off her bike. He walks up to her]
Eric: What's going on?
Eden Sinclair: You broke up with me, Eric.
Eric: What are you talking about? I didn't break up with you! You broke up with me!
Eden Sinclair: I said we should get serious about me going away to school.
Eric: Yeah, to LSU, not Columbia.
Eden Sinclair: The grants came through. I mean, what was I supposed to do?
Eric: Well, how about telling me you applied to Columbia in the first place?
Eden Sinclair: I knew you'd get upset.
Eric: Oh, so you just announced one day, "Oh, by the way, I'm going to school in New York, not Baton Rouge like we planned for three years?" We were gonna see each other on weekends! That was the plan!
Eden Sinclair: There is nothing here for me! I mean, you have your dad's business. Be realistic, Eric! I mean, I'm gonna have to move away!
Eric: What? You can't be a doctor here?
Eden Sinclair: I don't want this town!
Eric: You sure? Or is it me you don't want?
Deputy Turner: My grandaddy got stories about that woman. Keep you up nights.
Patty: You're taking a dead man's air. You know that, right?
Tammy: Air is free!
Patty: I'm gonna pee!
Tammy: You're using a dead man's toilet, you know that right?
Patty: Aw, I promise to flush!
Eric: [Trying to stop Sean, who's drunk, from driving. He drives away anyway] Drunk fucker!
Ricky: [Walking in Cece's house] Mambo woman meant business, huh?
Sean: [Comes out of the gas station owned by Ray] Guess this is all mine now, huh? You know what I'm gonna do? I've been thinking about this. I'm gonna repaint this place, you know? Bring the business back to The Happy Time Gas Station. What do you think, a light blue, maybe? A sunny yellow, perhaps? Just something real happy, right?
Eric: Come on, Sean. I'll take you home.
Sean: [Grabs the gas hose, leaning against the pump] How do I look? Do I, do I look like I'm gonna be a good gas pumper, huh? Of course, I'm gonna have to get a tattoo, right? A big scar. Cuz if I'm gonna be the new town freak, I gotta make sure I do it all the way, correct?
[Steps on the bell. Does it a few more times, seemingly amused]
Sean: So what do you think, man? You think I got what it takes? Are people gonna come through here and ring my bell? Huh?
[Keeps stepping on the bell]
Sean: Are they gonna ring my bell? Huh? You think they'll come through?
Eric: Don't do this, man.
Sean: Don't do what? Yeah, don't worry, dad, I'm gonna make you real fucking, real proud!
[Picks up a tire rim and throws it through the window]
Eden Sinclair: She's dead. They're all dead. I can't believe...
Eric: No, no, no, no, no! Listen to me, listen to me. We have to keep moving, ok? We're gonna get through this, you and me, together. And my ass is going to New York with you. Fuck this town.
Tammy: We're almost drunk! Can we have a little more booze, please?
Sean: [Gives the liquor to Ricky] Go.
Tammy: You're the best!
Sean: [about Ray] He was nothing to me, all right? I mean, I didn't even speak two words to the guy my entire life. He's a redneck piece of shit. He got my mom drunk, and he left her prefnent. That doesn't make him my father.
Sean: Are you fucking kidding me?
Ricky: I swer to god. I am not making this up!
Eden Sinclair: You guys, what's going on?
Ricky: The town is upside down! Deputy Turner, and Terry Parker, who works at the morgue are both missing! And here's the really fucked up part. So is Ray Sawyer!
Eric: Ray's dead, Ricky.
Ricky: Yeah. That's the really fucked up part! His *body's* missing!