Mountain Man: Now let's you just drop them pants.
Mountain Man: Looks like we got us a sow here instead of a boar.
Mountain Man: You ever had your balls cut off you fucking ape?
Lewis: Sometimes you have to lose yourself 'fore you can find anything.
Lewis: Do know what's gonna be here? Right here? A lake. As far as the eyes can see. Hundreds of feet deep. hundreds of feet deep. Did you ever look out over a lake and think of somethin' buried underneath it? Buried underneath it. Well man, that's just about as buried as you can get.
Bobby: Talk about genetic deficiencies-isn't that pitiful?
Ed: No matter what disasters may occur in other parts of the world... or whatever petty little problems arise in Atlanta... no-one can find us up here. Good night, Lewis.
Ed: Look, what is it that you require of us?
Mountain Man: What we, uh, "re-quire" is that you get your god-damn asses up in them woods.
Drew: I'm a-goin' with you, Ed, and not with Mister Lewis Medlock, 'cause I done seen how he drives these country roads he don't know nothin' 'bout.
Sherrif Bullard: Don't ever do nothin' like this again. Don't come back up here.
Bobby: You don't have to worry about that, Sheriff.
Drew: Goddamn, you play a mean banjo.
Answer: No wound. Shook his head and dove from the canoe. Refused his life jacket. Just ridden with guilt as he was dead set against burying the hillbilly.
It's ambiguous. In an unused shot from that scene, Drew does grab at his head before falling overboard. Still, I too think he simply passes out from the stress.