- Clydie: Where are you from?
- Sam Gillen: Quebec.
- Clydie: What do you do there?
- Sam Gillen: What difference does it make?
- Clydie: It's an innocent question.
- Sam Gillen: I'm a lawyer.
- Clydie: Where'd you learn to fight like that?
- Sam Gillen: Law school.
- Bree Anderson: [as they're eating dinner] He's got a big penis.
- Clydie: Bree!
- Bree Anderson: He does!
- Mike 'Mookie' Anderson: He was in the pond washing.
- Clydie: ...He's got an average penis.
- Mike 'Mookie' Anderson: How do you know?
- Clydie: 'Cause I saw it.
- Mike 'Mookie' Anderson: Already?
- Clydie: I don't want to hear any more about penises.
- Billy: [Sam listens to a tape recording of his deceased friend Billy] Hey Sam, this is me, Billy. I wish I could be there to split all that money with you, but I guess if you're listening to this then it's all yours now, right?
- [Billy chuckles a bit]
- Billy: Well, you deserve it, man. I mean... being in prison all that time because of me. Hey, I wonder which way I'm headed. Either way, up or down, I guess I got a 50-50 chance of meeting Elvis, huh? Ha ha. How do you like that suit I picked out for you? Anyhow, lay low and don't go getting into things the way you sometimes do. Oh, and Sam... I'm glad I knew you.
- Franklin Hale: You bastard! Do you know who I am?
- Sam Gillen: [smacks a door in his groin] I know *what* you are.
- [pointing a shotgun towards a prisoner who's trying to steal his car]
- Sam Gillen: Steal the car, go to hell.
- Country Store Clerk: What you doin' out this way?
- Sam Gillen: Hunting.
- Country Store Clerk: In a suit?... What kinda huntin'?
- Sam Gillen: Pink flamingos.
- Mr. Dunston: [walks up on the porch towards Sam] Well, I'm surprised to see that you're still here.
- Sam Gillen: No, you're not.
- Mr. Dunston: Yes, I am.
- Sam Gillen: [walks closer to Mr. Dunston] If I see you near her or the children, I'll kill you.
- Mr. Dunston: [walks up closer] Look. You seem like a smart fellow. The woman isn't worth it. And I'll tell you, when push comes to shove you're not going to be dealing with some little tin-badge local sheriff guy. You're going to be dealing with me. Okay?
- Sam Gillen: I look forward to it.
- Mr. Dunston: Me, too.
- [Mr. Dunston walks away from Sam]
- Mr. Dunston: Au revoir.
- Sam Gillen: Yeah, for now.
- Sam Gillen: Are you arresting me?
- Sheriff Lonnie Cole: Maybe.
- Sam Gillen: What for?
- Sheriff Lonnie Cole: I haven't decided yet.
- Franklin Hale: Some of these landowners can be hard nuts to crack.
- Mr. Dunston: Then we use a hammer.
- Mike 'Mookie' Anderson: [Seeing Sam with a porno magazine] You like boobs?
- Sam Gillen: Sometimes.
- Mike 'Mookie' Anderson: I think they're gross - I think they're totally gross!
- Sam Gillen: [to goons assaulting Clydie] I'm the parking attendant. And you're bothering my customers!
- Franklin Hale: [after Clydie refuses to sell her land] Astonishing isn't it? One little woman in the middle of a wheat field, and what is she doing? She's fucking us up!
- Franklin Hale: I don't know how much you know about business, Mr Dunston. These things can be a little complicated. Let me clarify the situation - what it comes down to is this. If I don't have Ms Anderson's land by the end of this week, I lose my permits. If I lose my permits, I lose this deal. If I lose this deal, I'm out of business. Now if you and your little pissant army can't persuade one woman to sell me her land, then I may have to find someone who can!