- Miller: A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
- Otto: You eat a lot of acid, Miller, back in the hippie days?
- Miller: I'll give you another instance: you know how everybody's into weirdness right now?...
- Bud: Credit is a sacred trust, it's what our free society is founded on. Do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia? I said, do you think they give a damn about their bills in Russia?
- Otto: They don't pay bills in Russia, it's all free.
- Bud: All free? Free my ass. What are you, a fuckin' commie? Huh?
- Otto: No, I ain't no commie.
- Bud: Well, you better not be. I don't want no commies in my car. No Christians either.
- Oly: You want some help with that beer, kid?
- Otto: You're all repo men.
- Oly: What if we are?
- [Otto pours his entire beer on the floor]
- Bud: [standing up] You know, kid, uh, usually when when someone pulls shit like that, my first reaction is, I wanna punch his fuckin' lights out. But you know something?
- Bud and Oly: YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
- J. Frank Parnell: Ever been to Utah? Ra-di-a-tion. Yes, indeed. You hear the most outrageous lies about it. Half-baked goggle-box do-gooders telling everybody it's bad for you. Pernicious nonsense. Everybody could stand a hundred chest X-rays a year. They ought to have them, too. When they canceled the project it almost did me in. One day my mind was full to bursting. The next day - nothing. Swept away. But I'll show them. I had a lobotomy in the end.
- Otto: Lobotomy? Isn't that for loonies?
- Parnell: Not at all. Friend of mine had one. Designer of the neutron bomb. You ever hear of the neutron bomb? Destroys people - leaves buildings standing. Fits in a suitcase. It's so small, no one knows it's there until - BLAMMO. Eyes melt, skin explodes, everybody dead. So immoral, working on the thing can drive you mad. That's what happened to this friend of mine. So he had a lobotomy. Now he's well again.
- Mrs. Maddox: [Otto is eating out of a can labeled "FOOD"] Put it on a plate, son. You'll enjoy it more.
- Otto Maddox: Couldn't enjoy it any more, Mom. Mm, mm, mmm.
- Oly: Oh, yeah, you're fuckin' A we ripped your car, asshole. You want to know who told us where it was? Your god-damned brother.
- Bud: [doing speed with Otto] Never broke into a car, never hotwired a car. Never broke into a truck. 'I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm' It's what I call the Repo Code, kid!
- Miner: You gonna give me my car, or do I gotta go to your house and shove your dog's head down the toilet?
- Lagarto Rodriguez: Hermanos Rodriguez do not approve of drugs.
- Marlene: Neither do I, but it's my birthday.
- Lite: I walk into someone's place of work, they shit scared. They know I'm not a cop, think I've come to kill 'em. And I would. I'll kill anybody who crosses me. Know what I mean?
- Agent Rogersz: Good evening, Otto. This is Agent Rogersz. I'm going to ask you a few questions. Since time is short and you may lie, I'm going to have to torture you. But I want you to know, it isn't personal.
- Bud: Tense situations, kid. You get into five or six of 'em a day, it don't mean shit anymore. I mean, I've seen men stabbed, didn't mean shit to me. I've seen guns, guns too, they don't mean shit. But that's when you gotta watch yourself.
- Lite: Put your seatbelt on, boy. I don't ride with anybody 'less they wear their seatbelt. It's one of my rules.
- J. Frank Parnell: You don't even know what's in your own trunk! And you know what? I think you're afraid to find out!
- Lagarto Rodriguez: ...yeah, well that's not the only thing, Marlene. This car is hot.
- Marlene: What do you mean? Stolen?
- Lagarto Rodriguez: No, I mean it's hot. Really hot.
- Marlene: Hot?
- Lagarto Rodriguez: Yeah! We're sweating like pigs, man.