Donnie: I asked her that myself one time. She said I was the only man in town that knew how to fuck.
David: You're disgusting.
Buddy: You're the soul of this town, Ms Wilson, and you just need to keep doing what you are doing.
Ben: I want icing, Momma.
Annie: You've had icing enough to put you in a coma.
Wayne Collins: It just happened in this flash of a moment.
Donnie: She's a God damn witch! She's putting spells on every-damn-body in town.
Wayne Collins: Well, Mrs. Wilson, I don't pretend to be a psychologist... but err... it's obvious to me that your boy's got a lot of anger in him.
Annie: Well, umm... It's about this time last year his daddy passed away. He's still real messed up over it.
Jessica: We're through! I don't like being spied on. The only reason I'm with you is because my daddy likes you. You're a joke.
Annie: Buddy, you gotta find out, hun, why you hate him so much.
Buddy: My daddy's a good man. I don't hate my dad. He was good to Mom and me. Yeah, every kid needs a hit with a belt, sometime... I mean.
Annie: Buddy, you got to try to get past this wall that you're talking about. Hun, you need to talk about your daddy.
Buddy: Why don't you tell me why I hate him. You're the good damn psychic! Huh? You're the good damn psychic.
Valerie Barksdale: I really need to talk to you. Maybe you can read for me under a bridge or something.
Annie: Well, all right, I'll read for you, but you gotta start listening to me though.
Valerie Barksdale: I can't leave him. Don't you understand?
Buddy: Sometimes I don't know the difference between my head and my soul.
David: Somebody might come in here.
Jessica: Guess you'd better fuck me fast.
Sheriff Pearl Johnson: Miss Wilson, I don't believe in what you do. I'll just be straight with you. Not only that, I don't like it. But, we've got to the end of the road of our investigation... and looked under every rock there is to look under... and we'd like you to tell us what you can to help us.
Wayne Collins: Is there anything you can tell us?
Annie: I can read for you. But that's about all I can do.
Annie's Granny: Looks like there's a storm comin'.
Buddy: You have to tell me, and you have to tell me now.
Annie: I'll tell you, hun.
Buddy: If I look into a blue diamond, and I think a negative thought, am I gonna die?
Annie: No, you're not gonna die. You're not gonna die, Buddy.
Miller Wilson: Momma, what does fuck mean?
Annie: It's a bad word for something nice.
Miller Wilson: But what does it mean?
Annie: Wayne, I don't think this is a good idea.
David: Didn't you tell Sheriff Johnson, that you got scratched by the stray cat, because she didn't like when you killed her.
Donnie: Yeah, but I was lying. My wife was standing right there.
David: How do I know, you're not lying now?
Donnie: I'M not, goddammit.