Pimple: You better leave my friend alone or I'm gonna have to properly educate you on how beat the shit outta somebody.
Jack Taggert: How do you wanna do this? Do you wanna play this game all the way? I'll have 300 agents come up here in this hick town and crawl up every orifice you got. When it's over, you can go to your favorite proctologist and get a nice soothing ointment for the hole that hurts the most.
Jack Taggert: [FBI Agent #2 is standing in a pool of gasoline holding a lit flare] Hey. Tell your boss I'm coming to get him.
Jack Taggert: You know what, on second thought... I'll tell him.
[raises gun and shoots the flare in two, watching the fake agent squirm, and then shoots the flare again right before it hits the ground, putting the fire out]
Jack Taggert: I think, Junior, if your daddy knew how stupid you were, he'd trade you in for a pet monkey.
Earl Kellogg: Someone once asked my daddy how far down Hell was and he said, "Just a quarter mile."
Orin Hanner Jr.: You've been hanging out with the ignorant people. Well, see, we're educated.
Jack Taggert: I was told somebody's dumped some dangerous toxic waste down here. I wanted to see if I could come down and stop it.
Orin Hanner Sr.: [to Jack] I have a lot of money. I'll give you some to go away.
Jack Taggert: Let's face it, I don't believe in authority.
Jack Taggert: I think you really deserve to suffer.
Jack Taggert: Is this kind of like Deliverance or something?
Orin Hanner Sr.: Doesn't this guy know the rules? I'm the rules.
Jack Taggert: Cracked my wood; that's no good.
Jack Taggert: [to Sarah] I'm a federal agent. I work for the E.P.A.
Orin Hanner Sr.: [on the phone] I have fifty thousand barrels of cyanide rolling down here right now.