Connie:
Curtis? Are you dead?
Brett:
I ain't never seen a hero with his ass in the air like that.
Brett:
If you don't get your hand off my leg, you're going to be wiping your ass with a hook next time you take a dump!
Camp Loman:
I never heard no talk like that when I was a boy.
Bill Robinson:
Jesus is coming and he is pissed!
Bill Robinson:
Adios mother fucker!
Joe:
What do you think happened here?
Hendershot:
Fucked if I know, Bubba. Fucked if I know.
Coach:
Sodas, I'm buyin'!
Man At Cashpoint:
Honey! C'mon over here, Sugar-buns. This machine just called me an asshole!
Wanda June:
You can't! WE MADE YOU!
Bill Robinson:
You really going after Deke man?
Duncan:
Yeah.
Bill Robinson:
Look here, how many fingers you see, huh? Eight? Twelve?
Duncan:
Okay, so I got a little double vision, but it's clearin' up Bill. I gotta find my boy! I gotta! Anything could be goin' on out there! Chrissakes!
Hendershot:
You leave here without punching out, and you ain't never gonna have to punch out again, Bubba.
Duncan:
Good! You leave me alone you fat fuck.
Hendershot:
[
grabs him] Why you...
Bill Robinson:
Don't! Leave him alone.
Hendershot:
Or what?
Bill Robinson:
Or I'll knock your teeth in... Bubba.
Brett:
Maybe tomorrow it will be our world again.
Bill Robinson:
I don't know. Was it ever?
[
seeing the trucks circling around the truck stop]
Connie:
Oh my God. "When we get to that truck stop, everything will be alright." Oh, yes...
[
laughs softly, mockingly]
Connie:
[
Curtis shifts the car geer into drive]
Connie:
What are you doin'?
Curtis:
You see that gap? The next time it comes around, I'm gonna shoot right through it.
Connie:
No you don't! They'll gang up on us and squash us!
Curtis:
I can do it!
Connie:
All so we can be inside where they are?
Curtis:
What do you think's gonna happen to us if we stay out here?
Connie:
[
pauses, then softly] I'm scared.
Curtis:
Me too.
[
seeing Hendershot's weapons stash]
Brett:
Holy shit! You think he stole all this?
Bill Robinson:
No, I think he bought it. That's what a guy like him does.
Brett:
Buys things...?
Bill Robinson:
Buy cheap and sell dear. It's the American way.
[
watching the trucks circle the truck stop]
Hendershot:
Mosta them god damn things got no right t'be runnin'! They s'posed to be depoted!
Bill Robinson:
It isn't the comet. It's a broom. Imagine you're a race of aliens, right? And, you're looking for a new place to live. Say you're looking for a planet like you and I looking for a new place to live. A new house. So here's Earth. Only it's like this big old house. And, it's kind of polluted, dirty, and smoky. Grease on the walls, soot in the chimney. So, they send in their interstellar housecleaners. Send in their broom. Sweep us all up. That's what this it is, it's a broom. Using our own machines to sweep us right off.
Deke:
[
hears order board and walks up to it slowly, raising the machine gun and sliding the bolt] This is for my dad, you loudmouth son of a bitch.
Deke:
[
after shooting the board, unstraps the gun and hands it to Brett] I don't want this anymore.
Hendershot:
I don't give a ladybug!
Brett:
I'm scared.
Camp Loman:
[
upon seeing a semi crash into his new car] Cocksucker!
Camp Loman:
[
chasing after semi that crashed into his car] I'm gonna tear 'em off, boy!
Brett:
Eat my shorts!
Man At Cashpoint:
[
First lines]
[
as the ATM machine is calling him an asshole]
Man At Cashpoint:
Honeybun! This machine just called me an asshole!
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