Sailor: Stab it and steer.
Marcelles Santos: You want me to shoot Sailor... in the brains... with a gun?
Marietta Fortune: Yes.
Marcelles Santos: In the forehead?
Marietta Fortune: Yes.
Marcelles Santos: Wrong. It's always better to blow a hole through the back of the head, right through to the bridge of the nose. Lots of irreparable brain damage.
Sailor: Man, I had a boner with a capital "O."
Lula: One of these days the sun's gonna come up and burn a hole clean through the planet like a giant electrical x-ray.
Sailor: I wouldn't worry about that, Peanut. By then people'll prob'ly be drivin Buicks to the moon.
Bobby Peru: Sing. Don't cry.
Bob Ray Lemon: Marietta tells me you been tryin to fuck her in the toilet for the past ten minutes... How 'bout that, tryin to fuck your girl's mama... Tell me, what's that little cunt Lula think about that?
Sailor: Uh-oh.
OO Spool: My dog barks, some. Mentally you picture my dog, but I have not told you the type o' dog which I have. Perhaps you might even picture Toto... from "The Wizard of Oz." But I can tell you, my dog is all ways with me. ARF.
Sailor: Rockin' good news.
Lula: This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top.
Lula: That Johnnie is one clever detective. You know how clever?
Sailor: How clever?
Lula: He told me once he could find an honest man in Washington.
Good Witch: Don't turn away from love, Sailor.
Sailor: She turns over, peels off them orange pants, spreads her legs real wide and says to me..."Take a bite of Peach."
Lula: You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
Lula: Uh oh. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel. You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
Bobby Peru: Speaking of Jack, One eyed Jack's yearning to go a peeping in a seafood store.
Cousin Dell: I'm making my lunch.
