Mountain Man: Looks like we got us a sow here instead of a boar.
Lewis: Sometimes you have to lose yourself 'fore you can find anything.
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.
Mountain Man: You ever had your balls cut off you fucking ape?
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.
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.
Drew: Goddamn, you play a mean banjo.
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.
Mountain Man: Now let's you just drop them pants.
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.