Tex Jr: [to Roscoe] Son, I will skull fuck you. Quon: [after stabbing Jersey's eyes out]
You know, there's too many award shows nowadays. I couldn't even tell you who won this shit last year. Oh yeah, I talked to God. He told me to tell all you guys, quit thanking him, he doesn't give a shit.
Posie: [Staring at Streako's impaled corpse] What a waste... of beer Quon: [to Jersey] Don't you see him? Quon's standing right there! He's right [Quon touches Sod's shoulder] Quon: WHAT? Quon: WHAT! Jersey: What? Quon: [Points out bullethole, mocking Jersey] Look at my dot, I am talking to you, hahahahaha Sod: Maybe I'm just, just twisted... no I'm not Sod: [simultaneosly with Sod] he's standing right there, you put a bullet in his head, he's gonna kill me man, he's gonna kill me!