- Lyle: [Hitman Lyle from Dallas finds Michael laying down in the middle of the road] What the fuck are you doing?
- Michael Williams: My car broke down.
- Lyle: Where? I don't see a car.
- Michael Williams: It's just over that ridge.
- Lyle: 'Just over that ridge', huh? Well you're one lucky son of a bitch, aren't you? If I hadn't had my brakes just done, I'd be picking your brains out of my radiator. Fuck.
- Michael Williams: Look, I hate to ask you this, but do you think you could give me a ride?
- Lyle: I don't know. You're not dangerous, are you?
- Truck Driver: [points gun at Michael's head] Does that tickle? 'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger! What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Michael Williams: Sorry boss, I didn't mean to scare 'ya.
- Truck Driver: [Smiles and points the gun closer] Do I look scared to you? What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Michael Williams: I was just trying to ditch my old lady.
- Truck Driver: You were WHAT?
- Michael Williams: Yeah, she caught me in the bar and I wasn't supposed to be there, and she started sproutin' horns and shit.
- Truck Driver: Bullshit. Bullshit.
- [cocks gun]
- Truck Driver: Look at that, uncontrolled response to bullshit. I hate it when that happens!
- Michael Williams: Yeah, I don't like it either, but I had to get the hell out of there.
- Truck Driver: So you just climbed up on my truck?
- Michael Williams: Yeah.
- Truck Driver: That's kind of stupid, isn't it?
- Michael Williams: Yeah, well, you haven't met my wife. She's spooky.
- Truck Driver: Yeah? Yeah? You're lying to me. Get off my truck. Come on, get off.
- [truck driver goes back inside his vehicle and offers Michael a lift]
- Michael Williams: [Michael climbs off the truck] Oh, man.
- Lyle: [Eats a sandwich belonging to a man he just shot in the forehead] Mm... it's TURKEY!... one of my favorites.
- Lyle: I nearly greased your can back there. The least I can do is buy you a beer.
- Michael Williams: Thanks but I should get my car, you've done enough already.
- Lyle: Now I said I'd help you get your car.
- Michael Williams: Really, it's okay.
- Lyle: You don't wanna drink with me? I'm not good enough to buy you a beer?
- Old Man: Mighty fine old car you got here. You know, they just don't make 'em that way any more do they?
- Lyle: I knew a guy like you once. Thought he was better than everybody else. That's it ain't it Mike? You think you're better than me, don't you?
- Michael Williams: Why don't you just blow me?
- Lyle: Ohhh, you think you're real hot shit don't ya Mike? Huh? Well who's got the gun cowboy?
- Mr. Johnson: The guy's got a fucked up leg. Now if you were me would you hire him?
- Jim: Give the guy a break, he drove 1,200 miles.
- Mr. Johnson: It's too big a risk. I could lose my insurance.
- Michael Williams: Is there a problem officer?
- Deputy Greytack: Yeah. Looks like we have an attempted homicide on our hands.
- Michael Williams: Homicide? What are you talkin' about, it was an accident.
- Deputy Greytack: [holds up bullets] Well then how do you explain these...?
- Doctor: He's been shot twice in the stomach.