McCarthy: The final measure of bravery is to stand up to death.

Father Stratton: You sold your soul!

Raphael: No, father, I sold my body. Like a whore.

Larry: Hey, listen to this. The other day I was driving down the highway, had the air-conditioner on, smoking my stogies, listening to some tunes, and this big fat crow lands on a billboard. Biggest, fattest crow I ever saw in my life. And I fix on him, and he dropped dead - boom, in the sand. Damndest thing I ever saw. Kind of made me sick. In fact, it made me poop. It made me poop my pants. It was about a four-inch, bell-shaped fece, very hard, very firm. Things haven't been going too good for me.

Larry: I guess we will see you in the movies, Tonto.

Papa: By the way, I wouldn't leave my car out there too long; there are a lot of white people around.