[after being shot]
Glen Bateman: It's okay Mr. Henreid, you don't know any better.
Nadine Cross: I'll see you in hell, Randall, holding your baby in my arms.
Glen Bateman: You're quite a piece of work Mr Cockroach. We could learn a lesson from you, especially in light of recent events. I have an idea come this time tomorrow I'll be gone, but you'll still be trucking, running little roach errands.
Randall Flagg: [stomps on the roach] That's a wrap on the roach.
Randall Flagg: [threatening Dayna Jurgens] You tell me what I wanna know. Before I'm through with you, you'll BEG to tell me!
Teddy Weizak: I don't know how to tell you this, Stu, but...
Stu Redman: What is it?
Teddy Weizak: The baby's come early, and it's got the flu.
Randall Flagg: Just one more thing... the moon man, dear. Who is he?
Dayna Jurgens: I don't know.
Randall Flagg: I think you do.
Dayna Jurgens: No, really, I don't know. I didn't even know about the Judge, until I heard Lloyd talking about him with some guy in Idaho.
Randall Flagg: That makes perfect sense. Nevertheless you DO know. You know and you'll tell me, do you understand?
Dayna Jurgens: Why don't YOU know? Why don't you know already?
Randall Flagg: I DON'T KNOW!
Nadine Cross: They're coming for you, you know. The old woman sent them before she died.
Randall Flagg: Get your ass back in here.
Nadine Cross: Everything you've made here is falling apart. They're saying a simple retarded boy outwitted Randall Flagg. They're saying Judge Ferris got away from your men in Idaho.
Randall Flagg: He's as dead as Judas Iscariot.
Nadine Cross: They're asking questions about Dayna too it's all slipping through your fingers. And they're whispering, Randy, I can see them, leaving their posts in the dead of night and your eye can't see them. And when they come here, Stu, and Ralph, and Glen, and La... when they get here, your time will end, and I'll be watching, I'll be watching from Hell with your baby in my arms.
Russ Dorr: You know, I thought there'd be whores, I haven't seen any whores.
Rich Moffat: Man don't even want you to have a drink, and dope, pfft, forget about it. I've been thinking, I might not go back to Vegas after all. Mexico ain't but 300 miles in that direction.
[Tom steps on a branch]
Russ Dorr: [pops up with gun] What was that?
Rich Moffat: Just a deer, they're all over.
Russ Dorr: Maybe we should go look.
Rich Moffat: Go ahead, why should I be out there wandering around in the dark, maybe break my leg for that freak in cowboy boots?
Russ Dorr: You ought to watch it, Rich, man has a way of hearing things, seeing things.
Rich Moffat: Ah Flagg don't scare me.
Larry Underwood: So why'd you have to kill Glen?
Barry Dorgan: He tried to escape.
Larry Underwood: You know, one of these days you're gonna get shot trying to escape, Dorgan, you too, Ratty.
Ralph Brentner: Yeah, one less Rat Man in the world.
Rat Man: Shut up that honky voodoo.
Barry Dorgan: [Larry refers to Flagg as a tin god] Tin god? Tin god? That's funny, I spent 22 years in the Santa Monica P.D., and I know what happens when guys like you end up running the show. We haven't got a single addict in Vegas, can your people say the same?
Glen Bateman: Mr. Dorgan, even a man of your apparently limited intelligence should be able to see that your experiences with a few battered babies and drug abusers doesn't excuse your embrace of a monster.