Bobby:
Is everybody fucking everybody in this crazy God damn town?

Bobby:
It's not just a car. It's a sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang convertible.

Bobby:
See, that's the difference between you and me, and why you live here and I'm just passing through.

Blind Man:
It's the desert that makes you crazy. The loneliness out here. Nobody to talk to. People on the run.

Bobby:
Is everyone in this town on drugs?

Darrell:
Damn. Gonna be another hot one today. Sometimes I don't even want to get out of bed. Course, I don't want to get out for the cold ones neither.

Darrell:
Ya think bad, then bad's what ya get.

Bobby:
That's a pretty decent philosophy you got there.

Darrell:
Yeah, well, no charge.

Jenny:
Bye, Mister. Don't go nowhere without me. I wanna have your love child.

Jenny:
You like Patsy Cline? I just love her. I wonder how come she don't put out no more new records.

Bobby:
She's dead.

Jenny:
Oh... that's sad. Don't that make you sad?

Bobby:
I've had time to get over it.

Bobby:
You're just an ignorant, inbred, tumbleweed hick.

Jake McKenna:
A man with no ethics is a free man.

Bobby:
40,000 people die every day, Darrell. How come you're not one of 'em?

Blind Man:
Everything is everything. And everything is nothing, too.

Grace:
And here I made you all hot and sweaty...

Toby N. Tucker:
You know who I am? Toby N. Tucker. Everyone round here call me TNT. You know why?

Bobby:
Let's see... they're not very imaginative?

Toby N. Tucker:
'Cause I'm just like dynamite. And when I go off, somebody gets hurt.

Bobby:
And a waitress named Flo.

Grace:
I bet right now, you don't know if you want to kill me... or fuck me.

Sheriff Virgil Potter:
She liked fuckin' her papa.

Bobby:
Listen to me you stupid fuck...

Darrell:
No! You listen to me goddamnit! Ya sorry son of a bitch! You owe me money! And this car aint goin' no place 'till I get it!