Felix Bush: There are a whole lot of things you don't know. Like what a, ya know, a dog dreams. You can make up a story about him chasing rabbits. But you don't know if there's rabbits in there or not. And he can't tell you now, can he? People don't say what they mean, either, so you don't know anymore about them than you do about that dog's dream.
Buddy: I'm glad you decided to come, sir.
Rev. Charlie Jackson: Free will is not all that it's cracked up to be.
Rev. Charlie Jackson: Did you know he built this church?
Buddy: No. How can a man like that build something like this?
Frank Quinn: I sold 26 of the ugliest cars in the middle of December with the wind blowing so far up my ass I was farting snowflakes into July.
Frank Quinn: What are the odds in a funeral home going broke when you have a business that everybody on Earth needs? If you can't make that work, it's got to be you, right? And yet, I don't know. What do you do when people won't die?
Felix Bush: I built my own jail and put myself in it. And I stayed in it for 40 goddamn years! No wife. No kids, no friends, no nothing. No grandchildren. I wouldn't even know how to hold a baby. You hear me? Forty years. Now, that's not enough?
Rev. Charlie Jackson: You know it's not.
Felix Bush: I didn't want forgiveness. No. I needed to hold on to what I did, to be sick from it every day of my life.
Felix Bush: They keep talking about forgiveness. "Ask Jesus for forgiveness." I never did nothing to him.
Frank Quinn: You've been wanting a shot at sales. As of right now, you're on commission. Remember - foot in the door, establish trust, and drop the hammer.
Buddy: I'd rather you go too.
Frank Quinn: No doubt. But if you don't do this by yourself, you'll never know if you're any good. And you'll never be good if you don't know that you are.