Hap: I told you, anything you do for yourself is a waste of spirit.
Pete Sandich: There's something fishy going on here, and I don't think it's the chicken.
Pete Sandich: Love! Ain't what it used to be.
Al Yackey: Oh there's only ever been two kinds: There's lash fires, which are all flame, burn themselves out and leave nothing. Then there's the long burning. That is nature's burn. Even when you think it's out, the forest floor is warm to the touch. That's the kind you and Dorinda got.
Pete Sandich: You're a poet, Al. You're a really bad poet, but you're a poet.
Al Yackey: My engine's on fire! Can you believe that? And I was in such a good mood.
Dorinda Durston: He's too beautiful. He's too much twisted steel and sex appeal. I can't be with a guy that looks like I won him in a raffle.