Swin: Excuse me, ma'am? Do you happen to know where the radishes are?
Lady: I don't know, with the vegetables I guess. That's an educated guess.
Swin: [chuckles] New in town, name's Swin.
Lady: Oh, your name's about as dumb as mine. Johnna.
Swin: Pleasure. Really, no tellin' how long I'll be in the area. Yeah, I'm a freelance government auditor. Let's get this courtship underway.
Johnna: I'm on shift tonight.
Swin: What about tomorrow night?
Johnna: Church.
Swin: I'm actually working - did you say Church?
Johnna: Yeah, you should try it sometime.
Swin: I have. We all have.
Johnna: Well, try again. Maybe it'll stick. [Pushes her cart away and Swin chuckles. Swin catches up to Johnna loading groceries into her trunk] Can I help you with something?
Swin: What about Saturday?
Johnna: This is creepy. The radishes and then this following me out to my car. You're... You're just creepy.
Swin: Do you like creepy? (00:14:25)
[Kyle hears someone breaking into his apartment, tackles the burglar as soon as he opens the door, then restrains the burglar in a nearby closet.]
Colin: Kyle, you here? It's Colin. Tell me you still got it, man. [Kyle points to the bag.] Ooh! That's what I'm talking about! You may wanna step out for a while.
Kyle: Why's that?
Colin: Well, there's a gentleman may stop by. If so, I got to shoot him.
Kyle: Colin, you one crazy son of a bitch. I got a guy in my closet. I don't know if he's the same one you're thinking of.
Colin: Curly headed?
Kyle: Yeah, that's the one.
Colin: And he's alive?
Kyle: So far.
Colin: Pack your shit.
Kyle: Did I just get promoted?
Colin: Yep. You're goin' to Arkansas. (00:02:49)
Kyle: What a lot of people don't know about organized crime in the south is that it's not that organized. The term Dixie Mafia has always been too generous, implied too grand a scale.
Kyle: I've always suspected that I didn't want the desirable things in life as much as I should. Women, cars, houses, movies, bands. These things were how people chiseled out a tidy philosophy of life. I never needed a philosophy of life. It's only people who wanted things, felt guilty about getting things and frustrated about not getting things that needed a philosophy. I was just as pleased to get drunk or drink a bunch and not get drunk.
