Garret DillahuntQuotes

Krug: You ready to be a man?

Justin: What?

Krug: [referring to the girls] Pick one. Or both.

Sadie: Thanks for being so cooperative, Mari.

Mari: What good would it do me not to be?

Sadie: [turns to Krug] I always took your kind to be whiny little fucking bitches born with silver spoons up their asses. But you, I think maybe there's hope for you, Mari. I don't know, Krug. I think Mari here has some potential you should consider. Krug, what do you think?

Krug: I think she's been a cool customer, ever since the motel.

Justin: [to Mari] Sorry, they weren't supposed to be back.

Krug: What? That's your excuse?

Justin: Sorry.

Krug: [sitting next to Justin] Justin, you gotta start putting other people's needs ahead of your own. You knew not to bring anybody back here, but you did it anyway, didn't you?

Justin: Yeah, because...

Krug: [imitating Justin] You guys weren't supposed to be here! Blah blah blah blah. But you did it. It can't be undone. Now you got to take responsibility for that action. It's as simple as that. You know how we do that?

Paige: Okay, so can we please just go now?

Francis: [holding a knife to her] Aw, Paige...

Paige: Please!

Sadie: Do you not like us, Paige?

Krug: I'm sorry, ladies... We just can't risk it.

Paige: [turns to Mari] What? No! No, but... Wh-why can't you just... "Please, just let us go!?

Mari Collingwood: [Paige breaks free from Francis, and locks herself in the bathroom] Paige, just stay calm- Paige!

Francis: Damn it!

Justin: [Krug punches him in the stomach] Dad, what is-?

Krug: [throws a newspaper at him] We made the first page, that's what's going on! We figured they'd have my face on there sooner or later. Now they got Sadie's to boot. Can you believe it, Paige? Mari?

Justin: Dad, look, I was just trying to liquidate some of the-

Krug: Liquidate. Wow. Is that my word or yours?

Justin: Mine... but... am I wrong?

Krug: No, Justin, you're not wrong.

Sadie: I think he's dying now. What do you think he's seeing?

Krug: [shows Morton a picture of his daughters] Something he'll never see again.

Morton: Praying now?

Krug: Oh Lord! Won't you grant me an empty mayonnaise jar to piss in.

Morton: You know Krug, considering the rather notorious nature of the prison you're headed to, I think I'd pray for something a little more substantial.

Morton: [telling joke to Giles] So the next week, he's even hornier. And this time, he's got twenty bucks instead of ten. He goes back to the whorehouse, he slaps down the twenty, and tells the madam he needs to get off, but he ain't going to screw no goddamn chicken this time. She says it still ain't much, but she can help. She tells him to go to the room at the top of the stairs. This time there's just a bunch of guys jerking off, but one of the jerk off guys assures him "Oh hey, it's cool, it's cool" and he waves him over to this whole toilet they're all looking through-

Krug: Oh, can we stop please? I really gotta take a piss.

Morton: [hostile] Fuck you.

Krug: I'd expect a lot more fight outta you, John.

Krug: [to John] What are the odds, man? Of course your little girl had a lot to do with it. You should be proud. How'd you make us, anyway? Did my fucking kid rat us out? That's it, isn't it? My fucking kid! Figured out who you were and blabbered his brains. Hey, by the way, y'all did a bang up job on my brother. He is really fucking dead down there!

Krug: [after being attacked by John and Emma] Who are you crazy fucks?!

Krug: [to Justin] You keep your mouth shut, you hear me? Don't you fuck up again.

Krug: [to Justin, after raping Mari] You missed out.

Krug: [about Mari and Paige] These are two lovely girls, Justin.

Sheriff Baskin: I didn't shoot the other night cuz you were there in the truck. He never backed me down.

Ree: It looked to me like he did.

Sheriff Baskin: Don't you let me hear that's a story gettin around.

Ree: I don't talk much about you, man. Ever.

Gang Member: [seeing the revolver pointed at him] You ain't gonna shoot that thing. Ain't got but two shells, maybe one. And they'll hear the shot.

Man: Maybe. But you won't.

Gang Member: You a doctor?

Man: I'm not anything.

Gang Member: We got a hurt man. Be worth your while.

Man: You look at him again, I'll shoot you in the head.

Gang Member: That boy looks hungry. Why don't ya'll come on to the truck? Get you somethin to eat? Don't need to be such a hardass.

Man: You don't have anything to eat.

Gang Member: You know what I think? I think you're chickenshit. You never killed a man in your life.

Man: [to the Boy] Come on. Let's go.

Gang Member: I ain't goin nowheres.

Sheriff Ed Tom Bell: Aw, now that's aggravatin'.

Deputy Wendell: Sheriff?

Bell: [Gestures to a bottle of milk on the coffee table] Still sweatin'.

Wendell: Oh, Sheriff! We just missed him! We gotta circulate this, on radio!

Bell: Alright. Then what do we circulate? Lookin for a man who's recently drunk milk?

Wendell: Oh, Sheriff, that's aggravatin'.

Bell: I'm ahead of you, there.

Wendell: You think this boy Moss has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that're on him?

Bell: I don't know, he ought to. He's seen the same things I've seen, and it's certainly made an impression on me.

Jesse James: You ever count the stars? I can't ever get the same number, they keep changin on me.

Ed Miller: I don't even know what a star is, exactly...

Jesse James: Well, your body knows, it's your mind that forgot.

Ed Miller: I was with a girl once. Wasn't a squaw, but she was purty. She had yellow hair, like uh... oh, like something.

Dick Liddil: Like hair bobbed from a ray of sunlight?

Ed Miller: Yeah, yeah. Like that. Boy, you talk good.

Dick Liddil: You can hide things in vocabulary.

Ed Miller: Maybe you and me could write her a note, send it by post?

Dick Liddil: See, all you gotta do, Ed, is predict her needs and beat her to the punch.

Ed Miller: Well, this girl, she had a real specific job.

Dick Liddil: Specific?

Ed Miller: We's only together once. She's afraid of lightning. She came up into the wagon and just cuddled right up to me. She gave me a kind price, too.

Dick Liddil: Well I'll be! That is specific.

Ed Miller: Yeah, sure, she been with other people. But the kinds of things she said to me, people just don't say unless they really mean it.

Dick Liddil: [[Catullus|My love said she would marry only me, and Jove himself could not make her care, for what women say to lovers, you'll agree, one writes on running water, or on air.] ]

Ed Miller: My God that's good. Let's write her that.

Dick Liddil: Naw. Poetry don't work on whores.

Solomon Northup: [Solomon awakens Armsby in the middle of the night. He offers him a handful of coins] The proceeds of my fiddling performances. A few picayunes, but all I have in the world. I promise them to you if you will do me the favor I require. But I beg you not to expose me if you cannot grant the request.

Armsby: What do you ask?

Solomon Northup: First, your word, sir.

Armsby: On my honor.

Solomon Northup: It is a simple enough request. I ask only that you deposit a letter in the Marksville post office. And that you keep the action an inviolable secret forever. The details of the letter are of no consequence. Even at that, there would be an imposition of much pain and suffering were it known I was the author. A patron is what I require, sir.

Armsby: Where is the letter now?

Solomon Northup: It is not yet written. I will have it in a day. Two at most, my skill with composition as poor as it is.

Armsby: I will do it. And will accept whatever payment is offered.