John Isabella: I'm truly sorry about your brother. It's too bad.
Truman Gates: Oh no sir. You ain't seen bad yet, but its coming.
Truman Gates: I'm just trying to make things easier.
Gerald Gates: Bullshit. You're just as bad as Briar. Just smoother.
Truman Gates: I got three counties' worth of kin that expect a certain amount of justice for that death! I'm just trying to save both of us a lot of bloodletting.
Briar Gates: This land's mine... I can go out and take a piss on it in the middle on the night if I want to.
Lawrence Isabella: I haven't done anything illegal.
Truman Gates: Oh really? Well I had an interesting talk with a fellow last night who claims different. My man says you were in the back of the truck when my brother was killed.
Truman Gates: They're coming for you, Willy. I know you'll take a couple of them with you for sure, but they'll take you just the same. Or we can take a ride to the station together, just a couple of boys from the hills. You got my word on that. I know you ain't scared to die, Willy. But this ain't no place to leave your ghost.