- Sullivan Knoth: [through a loudspeaker] We must rise to face them! There is no innocence among the outsiders in our midst. Give them, the knife, the club, the fist if it's all you've got! God rejoices in the spilling of wicked blood.
- Lynn Langermann: [recording for documentary] Two weeks ago, a young woman was found wandering, barefoot, pregnant, and alone, on a barren stretch of highway a hundred miles from the nearest...
- [Blake reaches the phone. He answers it. Father Loutermilch is on the other end of the phone]
- Father Loutermilch: Hello? Hello, oh thank God you're alive. I need you to stay calm. We're going to get you help. We'll get you out of there. I want you to find a place to hide, someplace safe where you can remember the taste of her kiss when you felt her neck break, you diseased COCKSUCKER.
- [a tongue lodges out of the phone transmitter into Blake's mouth, suffocating him. Blake struggles to pull the tongue out of his mouth until the tongue disappears back into the transmitter. Blake drops the phone, gasps for breath]
- Marta: A blade's baptism for the spider-eyed lamb. The spiller of foul seed. In the book of life of the Lamb slain.
- Laird Byron: He will come born on locusts' wings, immaculate as a newborn. He will give us his gospel, the sacred words of his teaching. He will be nailed to a cross and die and he will be buried. But he will rise again in more perfect flesh. We will eat of that flesh in holy communion and be healed of our physical sins. And we shall inherit this broken earth.