- Clayton Minor: Dead of winter. Cold as all hell. A man hails a cab. He slides in, sits in the warmth of the back seat. A few miles down the road, the cab hits a sheet of black ice, starts spinnin' out of control. Headin' towards the edge of the bridge, nothing but blackness below. The driver screams 'we're all gonna die!' The man calmly leans forward and softly says 'could you turn the radio up?'
- Clayton Minor: We may all be slidin' towards the edge. It's up to you how comfortable you are doin' it.
- Shelby Connors: You know those big ol' trees we learned about, out there in California, the ones so big you can drive a car right through 'em?
- Mila Connors: Yeah.
- Shelby Connors: You know how those trees survived for thousands of years? Just standing there. Then one day, a skinny little man, your height, maybe even smaller than you, comes along, a little axe, a few hours, cuts that big ol' tree down.
- Mila Connors: She's a skinny man?
- Shelby Connors: No, baby girl. The axe. She might be small, but damn if she can't cut that ol' tree down. She doesn't need to race to prove she's tough. Just needs to cut down a big ol' tree. You know, like the axe, right? You can just take one look at her to realize what she's capable of. That's your mom.
- Mila Connors: [her mom walks out] Daddy says you're an axe.
- Caroline Connors: Doesn't beer count as home-cooked if you live in a bar?
- Trey: I live above a bar. Cut me some slack.
- Clayton Minor: So between shootin' squirrels and high school football, people just meander around, waitin' to die?
- Clayton Minor: I'm intrigued. Y'all intrigue me.
- Gas Station Attendant: Alright. Well ... come back.
- Clayton Minor: [walking out the door] Pardon me.
- Local Tough Guy: Eat a dick! Fancy fuck. Need some oil.
- Clayton Minor: Kill me or don't. Whatever. I don't kill the innocent. No. It'll be that gorilla of a man down there, watchin' your little girl play in the yard who does it. He rips them apart and dances on their bodies. So you better keep that .38 packed in there nice and snug. "Cause brother, I'm the only friend you got.
- Clayton Minor: This ain't your world. Your life. You don't control this shit. We're all just a bunch of blobs of mass, runnin' into each other. 'Til we break down or shut down. That's it.