Sheriff Cal Tucker:
Morning, Ethel. My, don't you look lovely today.

Ethel Hubbard:
Horse shit! Now, Sheriff, you better hear me, and hear me good. I want this looney bin closed down. You hearin' me fella? Now these kids ain't nothing but trouble. They don't respect other's property, and they're all crazy!

Junior Hubbard:
You tell 'em Ma! Ha hah.

Sheriff Cal Tucker:
Ethel, these kids weren't doing...

Ethel Hubbard:
Doing? Doing? You think I don't know what those two perverts were doing in my yard?

Junior Hubbard:
Say it like you mean it, Ma!

Ethel Hubbard:
Would you shut the fuck up?

Ethel Hubbard:
Now, I'm gonna tell all of ya, you mark my words, the next little bastard that comes near my farm, I'm gonn' blow your fuckin' brains out, you hear me?

Ethel Hubbard:
Don't you come near me, Sheriff, I'm warnin' ya! I got a bomb on me. I swear to ya. You make one move toward me I'm gonna blow us all up. Start the engines, Junior!

Ethel Hubbard:
That's it. My final words.

Tina:
Eddie, we can't. Matt will kill us.

Eddie:
Fuck him!

Tina:
Fuck you.

Eddie:
Exactly. Fuck me.

Demon:
You're gonna get it, bitch!

Anita:
Lighten up, Demon, you'll feel a lot better after you shit.

Demon:
I'll feel a lot better when I'm out of here. This shitbox is gross.

Anita:
You better watch out for the snake that's going to crawl up that crapper and bite your ass.

Ethel Hubbard:
That is one fucking ugly man that goes there.

Junior Hubbard:
That's one fucking ugly man, Mama.

Ethel Hubbard:
Would you shut your trap? You ain't so pretty yourself, you know.

Junior Hubbard:
I ain't so pretty myself, I know.

Billy:
That's it. That's the whole fuckin' thing right there. There it is, you just stay right there, doll. That's just what the doctor ordered. Nothin' like a little prevented medicine. And, the forecast is; Cloudy in the mountains, sunny in the valleys, and snow flurries, up your nose!

George:
Go and let everyone else know breakfast is ready.

Reggie:
Yo! Breakfast! Come and get it!

George:
I could've done that.

Ethel:
Holy shit! Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?

Pete:
Just fix it, Man, those cunts aren't going to wait all night.

Pete:
Alright, either you got the car started for you're a dead man.

Pete:
It ain't starting, man. You fucked up again. It ain't startin'. I'm gonna kick your ass... Kick your ass. Come on now. Come on now, everybody... It ain't starting. Come on, motherfucker... Fix the fucking car! You fucked up again, you asshole... Hey what you doing out there Vinnie?

Pete:
Whoo! Alright, and we're off! Let's go!