- Brad Whitewood Jr.: Is this the gun you used?
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: That's a nice looking gun.
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: Is this the gun you used to kill Tommy? Tommy's dead isn't he?
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Don't even talk about Tommy.
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: Is this the gun you used to kill Terry?
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: I didn't do nothing to Terry.
- [Brad Jr. fires a shot]
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: NO! NO! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: IS THIS THE GUN YOU USED ON EVERYONE? ON ME? Is this the family gun Dad?
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Ever been out west, Tommy?
- Tommy Whitewood: No.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Ever heard a coyote?
- Tommy Whitewood: No.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: They make this sound like "woo, woo, woo!" Coyote bitch gets in heat. First thing she does, she take care of the males. Then she heads toward town. All the neighborhood dogs, they smell her. They go crazy. They follow her. She lures them out on to the desert. Coyote get dog out there... alone. All the other coyote come along, they circle 'round... they kill that dog, eat it. Tommy, if you go in front of that grand jury, what will you say?
- Tommy Whitewood: Nothing.
- [cries]
- Tommy Whitewood: Dad...
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: LIAR!
- [he shoots him]
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Most people who drive through here see farms. Houses, and fields, and shit. I see money, I see things, everything got my name writ' on it!
- Uncle Patch Whitewood: [to Brad, Jr] Let's me and you go into the next room and start sniffin' some ideas.
- Ernie: [referring to the TV] I need some sleep. You turn that damn thing on again, I'll beat the Jesus out of you.
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: There ain't no Jesus in me, Ernie.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: [to Brad, Jr] You go out with us once or twice. See how it is, then you decide if you still want it. 'Cause if you do, that's it. It's blood. Don't break it.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: I already give you a car. That don't mean nothing. I gotta see something in you. I gotta see you got something. Right here. Between the legs. Then I'll give you a real present.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: That's not right. You wanna talk to me, you talk in private. I'll tell you something, that girl is trouble. She's nice, she's young, big mouth. You stick by us, you stick by me. You can see this is a group, you don't violate that. Take her home. Don't ever do that again. Okay? Don't even mind, it's okay. Look, everything work out fine.
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: Yeah, okay. Sorry.
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: [aiming a gun at Brad Sr] No. No, I ain't you. This is too easy. I want you to die slow, I want you to die every day for the rest of your life.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: What do you think of that?
- Brad Whitewood Jr.: Looks like a pretty nice gun.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Fucking A-plus it's a nice gun. It's $350 retail. I got a good price in mind, real good. Touch it?
- Tommy Whitewood: Can I? Is that okay? It's all right?
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: Like it?
- Tommy Whitewood: I like it a lot.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: You can't have it, it's mine.
- Uncle Patch Whitewood: How about this? Let's tie him to a tree, in the back of the woods, and just stare at him for a while.
- Dickie: No.
- Uncle Patch Whitewood: But can't you just see it? He's tied to a tree, naked, and we could give him like a lollipop or something, or a can of...
- Dickie: Shut up!
- Boyd: Suppose that little girl's with him?
- Dickie: Then bye-bye, girl.
- Uncle Patch Whitewood: That's too bad. She was real cute.
- Tony Pine: Might be better if it was at night. Right?
- Boyd: I want no part of this.
- Dickie: Boyd! You got the soul of a pig. A stuck pig! Soo-eee, soo-eee, soo-eee.
- Boyd: I don't care. I'm not touching this one.
- Terry: The answer is no.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: I ain't asking.
- Terry: The answer is no
- [Brad throws Terry on the bed and starts raping her]
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: You scared yet? You oughta be.
- Terry: I'm not scared of you.
- Brad Whitewood Sr.: You scared yet? No?