Frank: Somebody was boring me, I think it was me.
Maria: [to Raffael, holding up a joint she's smoking] Don't ever smoke this stuff in front of the law. You smoke this stuff in front of the law, the law gets upset.
Joe: I tried to tell myself I did my job. That it was in self-defense. I didn't believe me.
Frank: There's only two kinds of men in this hell...
Frank: I see a guy like that, I want him to look at me cross-eyed!
Joe: My brother Frank was due back from Vietnam within the week. We hadn't seen each other since I'd lost the farm in '65, and took the uniform job to make ends meet.
Joe: We didn't see or hear from Frank for a good six months, when our lives took a turn.
Maria: [Hugs Frank] Joe's gonna be so happy to see you!
Mr. Roberts: They say some of the boys coming back are coming back real confused.
Frank: The bigger they come, the harder they fall.
Frank: What are you doing here? D'you come here to fucking guilt me to death?
Dorothy: [Staring a bearded lady smoking in a corner] That woman's got a beard.
Mr. Roberts: Gonna sell the house, I think.
Joe: Are you?
Mr. Roberts: Think so.
Joe: We're you thinking of living?
Mr. Roberts: There's a trailer park over on Bright's. They got a pretty good deal there.
Maria: It's nice there. They have a vegetable garden in the back where you can rent a plot. Grow your own.
Mr. Roberts: [Talking to his baby grandson] Did you know your daddy grew vegetables Raphael? Your daddy was a farmer before he became a po-lice-man.
Frank: [leering at a large-built woman] D'you have a nice walk up here?