Cissy Yost: [Cissy is on the phone with Mitch] I hope you catch some real soul searchers!
John Monad: [John appears in the confines of Vietnam Joe's property] Don't be afraid, Joe.
[Joe falls onto the ground, rises with a gun aimed at John]
Vietnam Joe: That's a good way to get another near fatal injury there, frat boy.
Kai: [to Cissy] Me and the Yosts. Information I don't give a fuck about.
Kai: [to Cissy] Whoever you don't drive away, runs away on its own.
Bill Jacks: [to John] Be aware that if you speak in that tone again I will break every bone in your body.
Dr. Michael Smith: [to Butchie] There's lots of quick healers in this zip code.
Cissy Yost: I want Tina to see Shaun.
Butchie Yost: Which one of us was high last night, Ma?
Cissy Yost: I was not fucking high last night.
Tina Blake: [to Linc] You fucked me cross eyed. I never took a cock that big.
Bill Jacks: You see that guy there? Did he stab you? Yes or no?
John Monad: [to Bill and Vietnam Joe] Better she tries to kill me and fails, than tries to kill herself.
Driver: [to Tina] Hey, Tina. How's your ass? I got all your tapes. Came to most of them.
Bill Jacks: [John, Bill and Joe are in Joe's van.] I would like to know our motive and our specific purpose. And I will not directly ask a moron?
John Monad: [again, John simply repeats whatever Bill says] I would like to know our motive.
Bill Jacks: Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ!
Bill Jacks: [Bill is referencing John] He doesn't have a vocabulary. He's a human parrot!
John Monad: I'm a human parrot.
Bill Jacks: [to Vietnam Joe and John] My fucking fibromyalgia is in upheaval!
John Monad: Cissy Yoast...,
Cissy Yost: What?
John Monad: ...are you sitting in your kitchen on Seventh Street thinking about blowing your head off with your gun you got back from Kai's trailer? Have you completely run out of whatever let you put up with your asshole husband for thirty one years? Do you feel everything you ever touched in your entire life you turned to shit and mud? Are you ashamed Cissy that once when Mitch was on one of his bull-shit retreats and you were loaded on acid and Butchie was thirteen and he just won his first contest and you were so proud of him for not being Mitch and you went into his room and he was whippin his skippy, that you said let me show you how to do that?
[makes jerking motion]
John Monad: [to Cissy] Act now, Cissy. Baptize that fucking pistol.
John Monad: Mitch catches a good wave. Mitch wipes out. Mitch wipes out Cissy. Cissy shows Butchie how to do that. Cissy wipes Butchie out. Butchie hurts Barry's head. Mister Rollins comes in Barry's face. My Father runs the Mega-Millions.
John Monad: On the wall the line and circle are huge. On the wall, the man at the wall makes a man from the circle and line. You will not note my Father's word, but you will not forget what we did here.
Barry Cunningham: [Barry is referring to the large crowd in attendance at the BBQ cookout] We should make these cookouts a fixture.
Bill Jacks: [to John and Vietnam Joe] Judas Priest! The fucking sun's gone down.
John Monad: [to Bill and Vietnam Joe] My Father's birthday is the same as mine.