- Hobo: [to a group of newborn babies] A long time ago I was one of you. You're all brand new and perfect. No mistakes, no regrets. People look at you and think of how wonderful your future will be. They want you to be something special... like a... a doctor or a lawyer. I hate to tell you this, but if you grow up here, you're more likely to wind up selling your bodies on the streets, or shooting dope from dirty needles in a bus stop. And if you're successful, you'll make money selling junk to crackheads. And you won't think twice about killing someone's wife, because you won't even know what was wrong in the first place. Or, maybe... you'll end up like me - a hobo with a shotgun! I hope you can do better. You are the future.
- Abby: [to a pitchfork-angry mob] Some people got a bed to sleep on, where they can crawl under the covers and have a good night's rest, but other people, they don't got beds at all. Instead, they gotta find an alleyway or a park bench where some fucker's not gonna stab them. Just because they don't got beds doesn't mean they're homeless, 'cause - guess what? - they've got the biggest home of any of us. It's called "the streets," and right now we're all standing in their home, so maybe we should show them some goddamn respect! If this is their home, they got a right to keep it clean, don't they? Sometimes on the streets, a broom just ain't gonna fucking cut it! That's when you gotta get a shotgun!
- Chief of Police: Did anybody officially welcome you to town yet?
- Hobo: They never do.
- Chief of Police: Well...
- [Pulls a gun]
- Chief of Police: Welcome to Fucktown!
- Slick: Please! Please! Don't shoot my dick off, okay? I'm young. I got too much fuckin' left to do. Please!
- Hobo: There's something else about bears not many people know. If a bear gets hooked on the taste of human blood, it becomes a man-killer. He'll go on a rampage and has to be destroyed. And that's why you should never hug a bear.
- Hobo: Well, Abby, can I tell you something about bears?
- Abby: Sure.
- Hobo: The bear is a solitary animal. They like their space. They live in a magic circle. They don't mind if you're like a mile away, but if you get inside their circle, they will maul you. If a bear's claw would ever strike your face, it would take your whole face right off your skull - your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything - and you would die from it.
- Abby: Wow. Didn't know bears could be so vicious.
- Hobo: I think I'm okay now. I just tell my brain when I know I'm hurting... I just say, "I got nothing for you buddy... nothing to make it go away, so just go to hell," and he goes. He's like a brother to me now, and brothers fight sometimes.
- Abby: Well, I think it's time to put you and your brother to bed.
- Chief of Police: Grab your guns, boys! Grab your fucking guns! We got homeless to kill, so let's go make some dead bodies!
- Drake: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Drake Show! Tonight's special episode is going to be filled with trills and chills, and - my own personal favorite - lots and lots of that red shit that flows inside all our bodies!
- Drake: He wants mercy from The Drake - FROM THE DRAKE! - and he should know better than anybody: Mercy ain't my style!
- Hobo: Well, I think you're gonna need a lot of dump trucks.
- Chief of Police: Dump trucks? I-I don't follow you.
- Hobo: You get out there, get all the criminals, put 'em in dump trucks, take 'em to a landfill site and bury them.
- Hobo: I want you out of this city. You and your grave robbing friends. Spread the word.
- [Kills robber]
- Newspaper Headline: Hobo To City: Give Me The Goddamn Passcodes!
- Newspaper Headline: Hobo Stops Begging, Demands Change
- Newspaper Headline: Parents Smile As Bodies Pile