Ronnie: Nice shootin', Bedford. You murdered the lamp.
Richter: If I want to hear you talk, I'll squeeze you.
Richter: Mom and I have one of those special relationships that transcend the usual bonds of... family.
Keith: Never trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
Richter Boudreau: [referring to Cherry] Oh, a stripper and a junkie. Does she hook?
Richter Boudreau: How uh, how old are you?
Cherry: I don't think you can tell that by looking between my legs.
Richter Boudreau: I... I'm sorry, I wasn't really looking.
Cherry: You weren't looking?
Richter Boudreau: No, I have this wandering eye, my right eye sort of drifts.
Cherry: You were drifting.
Richter Boudreau: I was mesmerized, okay.
Cherry: I mesmerized you?
Richter Boudreau: Well, you walk around looking like that, someone's bound to look. It's almost a fact of nature. I mean look, I could take down by pants and we'll see who's looking.
Cherry: Go ahead.
Richter Boudreau: No.
Cherry: You're shy.
Richter Boudreau: First of all, I'm not wearing pants per se.
Cherry: Your boxers then.
Trudy: I don't listen to dead singers, gives me the creeps.
Keith: Little sister done been disinherited and disowned cause she runned off and married some dope-head drug dealer.