Bean: Daddy likes to tell stories! Mommy says he tells stories all the time.
Yolanda Caldwell: You're supposed to say you love me now.
Mrs. Raines: Mr. Drood!
Drood: I know, that's a new lock.
Mrs. Raines: This is a new lock here.
Drood: Is it? Listen, Mrs. Raines...
Mrs. Raines: I don't have a key for that.
Drood: I made you a key.
Mrs. Raines: If there should be a fire, or something...
Drood: Look, I made you this key!
Mrs. Raines: Do you have one for me?
Drood: [chuckles] Oh, God...
Buddy: It ain't the gun that stops us. Huh? We're just chicken shit. See? The lights are on... but nobody's home. Am I right?
Bobby Nye: I overpaid a bit for that, but I think its value is about to skyrocket. That's what usually happens when an artist dies.
Drood: Fugitive elf!
Drood: [laughing maniacally] I'm a dead man, Helen!