Monty Johnson: This ain't right, Doyle. There is something wrong with you.
Doyle: Get the fuck out.
Monty Johnson: Nobody wants to take this shit, Man.
Marsha Dwiggins: Where will he go?
Dr. Jerry Woolridge: I think he's going back to Millsburg.
Marsha Dwiggins: Will he be supervised?
Dr. Jerry Woolridge: About as much as everyone else, I guess.
Doyle: I don't guess I give a shit. I ain't here that much so if you want a retard living out in the garage, I guess that's your business. But I do got some tools and a set of socket wreches out there I'd rather not have stolen.
Frank: He's real honest. He wouldn't steal nothing.
Doyle: Frankie, I wasn't talking to you, now was I? I was talking to your Mama. It's her decision, not yours. If I let it go on it's because she said so, not you.
Linda Wheatley: I'm gonna make some coffee. Karl, you want some coffee?
Karl: Coffee makes me nervous when I drink it. Mmm.
Vaughan Cunningham: Please don't tell anybody at the store that Albert was here. You know how this town is. Everybody spreads cruel rumors.
Melinda: You mean about you and Albert being that way...? I think everybody at the store already knows about it. Maureen Ledbetter told the most awful story about why you ain't allowed at the First Baptist Church no more.
Karl: There were these two fellars standin' on a bridge, a-goin' to the bathroom. One fellar said, "The water's cold" and the other fellar said, "The water's deep." I believe one fella come from Arkansas. Get it?
Vaughan Cunningham: You always seem to be deep in thought. Tell me, what are you thinking right now?
Karl: I was thinkin', I'm gonna take me some of these taters home with me.
Vaughan Cunningham: How about before that?
Karl: Well, let me think... I was thinkin' I could use me another couple cans'o that potted meat if ya got any extree.
Doyle: What'cha doin' with that lawn mower blade Karl?
Karl: I aim to kill you with it.
Karl: I like them French fried potaters.
Charles Bushman: Karl, who'd you kill? Was it the boy?
Karl: Don't you say another word about that boy. Fact'o business, don't you say another word to me. I ain't listening to you no more.
Doyle: Linda, go get my guitar. It's out there with that looney toon.
Karl: I don't think anything bad ought to happen to children. I think the bad stuff should be saved up for the people whose grown up. That's the way I see it.
Frank: I'd like to kill that son-of-a-bitch. I hate him.
Karl: You ought not talk that way. You just a boy.
Karl: Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Kaiser blade.
Marsha Dwiggins: Will you ever kill anyone again, Karl?
Karl: I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm.
Karl: Reckon you make me some biscuits.
Doyle: Hey, Vaughan, I heard you been putting it on ol' Albert Sellers who works over at the funeral home.
Vaughan Cunningham: I know Albert. We're friends.
Doyle: No, I heard you're more than friends. I heard Dick Rivers come in there and caught the two of you all bowled up and going at it in the same room with poor Miss Ogletree, her dead as a doornail laid out on a gurney.
Vaughan Cunningham: That is ridiculous. That is just a total lie.
Karl: There was a boy. We made friends.
Charles Bushman: Ha ha, I'll bet you did. 'Course I was never bent that way, I was always bent the other way.
Linda: Frank's always after a father figure and Lord knows Doyle ain't one with his mean ass.
Vaughan Cunningham: What about me?
Linda: Frank doesn't really see you as a guy-guy.
Vaughan Cunningham: Oh, and Karl's a guy-guy?
Frank: Hey Karl, what are you carryin' around them books for?
Karl: I ain't got no place to set 'em down.
