Mitch Yost: [to Cissy] You know I want to tell you some things, if you want to listen.
Bill Jacks: [to Zippy] Yes, I got along with the Hawaiian, Zippy. Twenty six years in law enforcement, I am able to coexist with shit heels.
Vietnam Joe: I put frat boy into my truck. He took my hand to his belly, and said I could help. And if I wasn't wasted, or it wasn't a joke, I did. He took my hand to his belly and he healed.
Linc Stark: What's your name?
Tina Blake: Tina Blake.
Linc Stark: Really?
Tina Blake: I'm supposed to believe you didn't know?
Linc Stark: Honest to God. I'd never let myself watch porn otherwise I'd never do anything else. I feel like I'm meeting Babe Ruth.
Tina Blake: Did he fuck a lot of people at once?
Linc Stark: I'm Linc Stark.
Tina Blake: I feel like I'm meeting Babe Ruth.
Butchie Yost: [to Linc] I thought "Shaun" sounded like the waves when they were going back out.
Butchie Yost: What do you want?
Tina Blake: I want to see Shaun.
Butchie Yost: Yeah, he's in all the papers, then you remembered you're his Mother.
Tina Blake: [to Butchie] Yeah, and you're president of the I.B. morality brigade?
Butchie Yost: Is Shaunie still in Lockdown?
Cissy Yost: Who wants to know?
Butchie Yost: She wants to meet her son.
Cissy Yost: [furious] Her son?
Cissy Yost: [Cissy is referring to the porn industry] It's the "business," now? Smiling at the camera while six guys come on your face?
Cissy Yost: [to Butchie] As much acid as I took, I was never as stupid as you.
Cass: [to John] I know that there's something going on, and I don't doubt that you're in the middle of it, John.
Butchie Yost: [about Tina] You think she's gonna do something stupid.
Cissy Yost: Cause everything up to now has been hot.
Linc Stark: [to Tina] Ten people in a room, Butchie talks to nine of them. Who does he want to meet?
Butchie Yost: [to Tina] Turn off the fucking faucet, Tina. Give me a break.
Cissy Yost: [to Shaun] You stay in the store. You keep the doors locked.
Cissy Yost: [to Mitch] Instead of floating I wish you could fly five hundred miles an hour into a fucking brick wall.
Linc Stark: I'll tell you something fucked up.
Tina Blake: It'll cost you an extra five hundred.
Linc Stark: I'm having a little trouble breathing.
Cass: I am no longer able to trade on my sex and I need to make some money.
John Monad: You need your camera, Cass.
Ernie, Bartender at the VFW: [to Vietnam Joe] I can't serve you liquor at all. Not as long as you're holding that gun.
Vietnam Joe: He knew I was behind with my boot off squeezing puss out of where the pongee stick went through my foot.
Ernie, Bartender at the VFW: Who did?
Vietnam Joe: This guy you put out there to make me think he was wounded so bad and pretend I brought him back.
Ernie, Bartender at the VFW: I never repeated your story to anyone, Joe.