Louise: You know, certain words and phrases just keep drifting through my mind. Things like, incarceration, cavity search, death by electrocution, life imprisonment, shit like that. You know what I'm sayin'? So do I want to come out alive? I don't know. I... I don't know. I think we're gonna have to think about that.
Max: You know, the one thing I can't figure out is whether these girls are real smart or just real, real lucky?
Hal: Don't matter. Brains'll only get you so far and luck always runs out.
Louise: Oh, darlin', I'm so happy for you. That's great. I really am. You finally got laid properly. That's so sweet.
Louise: You let her go, you fuckin' asshole, or I'm gonna splatter your ugly face all over this nice car.
Louise: Look, Thelma, you just gotta stop talking to people. You gotta stop being so open. We're fugitives now, all right? Let's start behaving like that.
Louise: Yeah, where do you get off behaving like that with women you don't even know? Huh? Huh? How'd you feel if someone did that to your mother? Or your sister? Or your wife?
Thelma: Wait. What? You wanna go to Mexico from Oklahoma, but you don't wanna go through Texas?
Louise: Thelma, you know how I feel about Texas! We're not going that way.
Thelma: Yeah, I know, Louise, but we're running for our lives. I mean, can't you make an exception? I mean, look at the map! The only thing between Oklahoma and Mexico is Texas! Look.