Jacob LoflandQuotes

Neckbone: I knew it. I told you that dirty son of a bitch was trouble. Did they say what he did?

Ellis: No.

Neckbone: Did you tell them where he is?

Ellis: No, that's why I called you. He needs to know people are looking for him.

Neckbone: You think he doesn't know that already? Jesus, Ellis! Why do you even think he's on that island? Ellis, I'm serious! We don't know who this guy is.

Ellis: He loves her, Neck. He told me.

Neckbone: I don't give a shit who he loves!

Ellis: He's not dangerous.

Neckbone: [sighs] Sounds like a shitload of state troopers thinks differently.

Neckbone: I hate snakes.

Mud: [He fetches a length of rope out of the duffel bag and tosses it to Neckbone.] That’s because God made them for us to fear. It’s a thing we knew to be afraid of before we even got into this world. Cherokee would wrap snake skin around their pregnant women’s bellies. Induce labor, scare the child out. Here. Set that ‘round your bed at night. Snake won’t cross braided rope.

Neckbone: [nods to Mud’s snake tattoo] Thanks. So what’s that for then?

Mud: A reminder. Don’t get bit. I was 10, swimmin’ ‘bout a mile up from here. Me and Juniper. Sonofabitch swam right up under me, bit me just below the armpit. June got me out, got me to a clinic. Doctor said I shoulda been dead in twenty minutes. Took us an hour just to get back to town.

Neckbone: What’d they do?

Mud: [Mud shows the tattoo on top of his right hand. He points out the two cotton blossoms bulging from the snake’s mouth.] Gave me antivenom. For a cotton mouth. See here. Problem with antivenom is they can only give it to you once. It’s made from horse blood. Your body would reject it a second time. The cure ends up being more dangerous than the poison.

Ellis: What happens if you get bit again?

Mud: I die, or just sweat it out.

Mud: I like you two. You remind me of me. And seeing how you boys are from Arkansas and we know some people and sounds like we all from the same place I'd say we can make a deal here about somethin'.

Ellis: A deal for what?

Mud: Food. Food for a boat.

Neckbone: This guy's a bum Ellis. Come on.

Ellis: Why don't you go get your own food?

Mud: I would if I could, but I told somebody I’d meet ‘em here. So I’m stuck for now and what I got’s runnin’ low.

Neckbone: He's a bum Ellis, let’s go.

Mud: I'm no bum. I got money. You can call me a hobo ‘cause a hobo’ll work for his living and you can call me homeless ‘cause that’s true for now, but if you call me a bum again I'll have to teach you somethin about respect that your daddy never did.