Bless the Beasts & Children

Wheaties:
Jesus Christ, you kids want to go blind? Now cut that out and go to sleep!

Doctor:
Steve, I want you to tell me exactly what you think of Billy.

Lally 1:
I hate him. He stinks, he's a pest. My parents give him everything he wants because they think he's so goddamn cute. He and his security pillow. He's the favorite all the time. If I touch him just once, wham! I get it. I wish he was dead. I'd cut him up, dig a hole, put the pieces in, let the worms eat him up and I'd never have to see him again. Then I'd stop banging my head against the wall!

Doctor:
That makes sense.

Goodenow:
I think I'm going to like it here. The other cabins, everybody was so normal.

Cotton:
[First lines] [In his dream, his mother is pointing a hunting rifle at him; he screams:] MOM! [she fires]

Cotton:
I'm almost sixteen; try gooping that over. In one year, I'll be seventeen. You know what I'm gonna do on my seventeenth birthday?

Cotton's Mother:
[turns away from him back to her vanity table mirror] I'm listening.

Cotton:
Join the Marines. You can, you know, if your parents sign the papers. Dad will.

Cotton's Mother:
[making up her face] And I won't, of course.

Cotton:
And you *will*, of course! Because if you don't, you know what I';m gonna do? I'm gonna make a big sign and march up and down in front of the Bay Yacht Club. [she freezes] "My mother's over forty-two years old," it'll say.

Cotton's Mother:
[she stares at him in the nmirror, then slowly and viciously:] I'll kill you. [Cotton pretends to fire a rifle at her]

Floyd Crebbs:
[Trailer] [he supposedly represents the "American Gun Cult Association"] Just because we like to shoot a few buffalo now and then...

Bill Mumy:
Wouldn't slaughter be a better word?