- [last lines]
- Luli McMullen: You could grab the past and drag it with you like a bag of rocks. You can grab that new diet with grape fruits, and a brand new exerciser, and maybe that new washer-dryer set. You can grab and grab and grab, 'til your fists turn green. You can grab everything you ever wanted. Shake it. Try to make it go boom. Yeah, you can never ever grab enough. Pop!
- Luli McMullen: You kill your own chickens?
- Beau: Afirmative.
- Luli McMullen: Don't you feel sorry for them?
- Beau: Negative.
- Luli McMullen: Do you name them before you kill them?
- Beau: Uh nope, I name them after I kill them.
- Luli McMullen: Yeah, "lunch" and "dinner".
- Beau: [hearty laughing] Yeah. Yeah.
- Eddie Kreezer: Smart and pretty. That right there is a deadly combination.
- Luli McMullen: You, you think I'm pretty?
- Eddie Kreezer: Do I think you're what?
- Luli McMullen: Pret... you heard me.
- Eddie Kreezer: I guess.
- Luli McMullen: Well, do you or don't you?
- Eddie Kreezer: I think if it weren't for that horrible mouth of yours, then some people, not me of course, but I think some people might find you somewhat kind of attractive. In a furry little animal sort of way.
- [both start grinning and laughing]
- Glenda: Dear God, don't let that old man die - yet. Best wishes, Glenda.
- [adding, for Luli's benefit:]
- Glenda: Amen.
- Luli McMullen: [re coke] Do you have any more of that stuff?
- Glenda: No, kid. Fresh out.
- Eddie Kreezer: [singing You Are My Sunshine] You told me once, dear, you really loved me. And no one else could come between. And now you left me, and love another. You've shattered all my dreams.
- Eddie Kreezer: Glenda, I am so sorry. I promise I will never, ever, skimp on the 7-Up again. Scout's honor.
- Glenda: [in car] All right. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. You listening?
- Luli McMullen: Yeah.
- Glenda: It's a little trick you can do when you start doing what you're doing right now. Which is dwelling. I see it.
- [shakes her head]
- Glenda: You're dwelling, sweetheart. You're playing that same song over and over on repeat. Am I right?
- Luli McMullen: [softly] Yeah.
- Glenda: Okay. Now what I want you to do is, I want you to put a quarter in that there jukebox and
- [shrugs]
- Glenda: change the record. You should change that record to a different song. See?
- [as she combs out her hair:]
- Glenda: And play something bright, *please!*
- [smiles at Luli]
- Glenda: We're here to celebrate, come on!
- [holds out lipstick]
- Glenda: Put your face on. You like whiskey?
- Luli McMullen: Uh... no.
- Glenda: What are you, some kinda communist?
- Eddie Kreezer: Cheapest motherfuckers in the whole world, rich people. Now the rich get richer, and the poor gets the picture, you get it? So that rich fuck, he don't deserve ya, he just wants one thing. But you know that, right?
- Luli McMullen: [sobs, smirks] Who does deserve me? You?
- [wry little smile]
- Eddie Kreezer: May-may-maybe we deserve each other, Luli. Did you ever think that maybe we are like some kinda star-crossed souls, Luli? Luli? Did you ever think of that? You 'n' me?
- [first lines]
- Male student: [walking past her] Bar baby!
- Female student: Yeah, I heard she was born in a bar.
- Luli McMullen: [narrating] You could shake your knuckles at the sky. You could get mad and say, "I don't got nothing." You could get stuck.
- Lux: [at dining table, realizing scantily-clad young child is approaching him armed with a revolver] Oh, uhm...
- Luli McMullen: Get down.
- Lux: [meekly] Okay.
- Luli McMullen: [impatiently hurrying him up] Get down!
- Lux: [cautious and sweating] Do you always carry a gun like that?
- Luli McMullen: It's not a gun, it's a .45 Smith & Wesson.
- Lux: Well, uhm, maybe you could give your Mom my card... Let her know I dropped by...
- Luli McMullen: [holds the revolver straight and true, unwavering] Who are you, Mister?
- Lux: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Lux Val. I'm in investments.
- [smiles]
- Luli McMullen: Investments?
- Lux: Yeah, you know, uh, land, properties, stuff like that.
- [laughs, gets up, but she waves him back]
- Luli McMullen: [fake laugh] Well, look, Phil, do you always break into people's houses at eight o'clock in the morning?
- Lux: Uh, no, but your door is... Your screen door was open, and there was no door bell, so I...
- Luli McMullen: Do you think I'm pretty?
- Lux: Excuse me?
- Luli McMullen: Like... like if you saw me... on the street or something, would... would you want to kiss me?
- [the revolver still pointed]
- Lux: [stammering, sweating, unsure] I don't... think I'm supposed to...
- [self-effacing gesture]
- Lux: No, I'm not... Uh... Ah... Is it? Uh... Okay?
- [wipes brow]
- Tammy: [entering] Luli, what in the hell is going...? Oh, Mr. Phil, well, you're here at 7 AM.
- Lux: It's actually eight, Mrs. McMullen.
- Tammy: Luli, you are such a card with that gun.
- Luli McMullen: It's not a gun, it's a .45.
- Tammy: Well, put it down!
- Lux: [stammering] Smith & Wesson...
- Luli McMullen: It's a Smith & Wesson .45.