Seth: I may be an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole.
Jacob Fuller: He's my son.
Seth Gecko: Oh yeah? How does that happen? You don't look Japanese.
Jacob Fuller: Neither does he. He looks Chinese.
Seth Gecko: Oh well, excuse me, all the hell.
Carlos: What? Were they psychos, or...?
Seth Gecko: They look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits 'em. I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!
Seth Gecko: Everybody be cool...you...be cool.
Seth Gecko: So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherfucking servant of God?
Jacob Fuller: I'm a mean hm... Hm... Servant of God.
Sex Machine: Now let's kill that fucking band.
Frost: Yo, monkey man. Anything you got to say to them, say to me first.
Kate: Why is he stopping here? This place is totally cruddy.
Seth Gecko: Don't you ever try and fucking run on us, because I've got six little friends, and they can all run faster than you can.
Seth Gecko: Now, this is my kind of place!
Santanico Pandemonium: Welcome to slavery.
Seth Gecko: No thanks. I already had a wife.
[Seth rings the bell on the counter at the motel and old man comes out of the back.]
Old man: What the hell do you want?
Seth Gecko: What do you think I want, you mean old bastard? I want a fucking room.
[Richie day-dreaming.]
Kate: Richie, would you do me a favor and eat my pussy for me... Please?
Richie: Uhh... Sure.
Sex Machine: So, what's your name, darling?
Kate Fuller: Kate. What's yours?
Sex Machine: Sex Machine. Pleased to meet you.
Kate Fuller: What's in Mexico?
Richie Gecko: Mexicans.
Answer: Because he is a sadistic lunatic and he wanted to. He has a lot wrong with his brain, paranoia, psychopathy, hallucinations, sexual predation. Probably more. He is a deeply disturbed individual and killing Gloria gave him pleasure.
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