Terry McKay: I guess I'm happy when I don't want to be anywhere else but where I am.
Felicia: This old man he played two. He played knick-knack with my poo.
Silas Crow: My name is Silas Crow. I'm 18-years-old. For a year, me and Frank Fencepost been trying to get into this mechanic school. First, they tell us we gotta write a story. Something about something we know. Well, for a long time I couldn't find one, I mean, lots of stuff goes on here, but I couldn't see it as stuff you'd write down.
Ed: I gotta ask this question, or I wouldn't be doing my job. Would you care to comment on the rumor that you, uh, arranged for an automobile to be purchased for Neon Bodeaux?
Coach Bell: You know [sighs]. You know, Ed, you've just gotta get your mind out of the gutter. You know, you just gotta to start thinking straight. I mean, it's right there in front of you. For christsake, it wasn't an automobile. I mean, it was a fully loaded Lexus.
Reporter: Did you have any idea it would be such a huge response?
Norville: Well frankly, I don't think anybody expected this much hoopla.
Rock Reilly: Get in the van!
Ty Cobb: Baseball is a red blooded sport for red blooded men. It's no pink tea, and molly-coddles had better stay out... It's a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
Mark Lewyn: Tommy, you've seen more ass than a rental car, my friend.
Vada: If I get married, I'll never change my name.
Nick: Why? You think the guy should change his name?
Vada: I don't think anybody should change their names, that way you can't find them when you need them.
Nick: What if you don't want to be found?
Vada: Why do you argue with everything I say?
Yvonne Biasi: Who wants ice cream on their pie? Who wants pie?
Juliet Hulme: Daddy says the Bible is a load of bunkum.
Pauline Parker: But we're all going to Heaven.
Juliet Hulme: I'm not. I'm going to the Fourth World. It's sort of like Heaven, only better, because there aren't any Christians. It's an absolute paradise of music, art and pure enjoyment.
Alice Green: I'm waiting for my spanking.
Dr. Bill Capa: In the what-I-wait-for department, you're it baby.
John Manly: Kind treatment makes good horses, Joe. Bad treatment ruins them.