Ginny: You have a divine animal right to protect your own life and the life of your offspring. [Fighting with Mitch] Slim: Self-defense is not murder. Mitch: You'll never see Gracie again. Slim: You never will. Mitch: [answering the phone] Is this my little croissant? Slim: No, it's your loaf of bread. Gracie: What's "tainted", is that like "painted"? Slim: Are you scared? Mitch: Of what? Slim: Of me. Gracie: I like going by Grandma's, but do we have to drive for 55 hours, just to reach some phone booth? Can we call Daddy this time? Slim: No! Gracie: PLEASE, PLEASE... Slim: Stop begging, you look like a dog. Slim: So do we like it here? Gracie: Why? Are we moving again? Slim: No... Gracie: GOOD! 'Cause I'm sick, and tired to death, of moving! Waitress: Hi sweetie, what's your name? Gracie Hiller: [after Slim tells her to drop her chosen name "Queen Elizabeth] I don't know. [Slim has just talked to Mitch's mother] Mitch: Whatever happened to privacy? Slim: Well, I guess it's dead, along with chivalry and fidelity. Mitch: All right, man against woman. Is that really fair? Slim: Fair for whom? Ginny: He likes you! Slim: He's a dick. Slim: [Slim has just finished explaining to Gracie why they need to run away and change their identity] ... and you can't call me Slim.
: But I never call you Slim. You're not very slim. Slim: Oh, thanks a lot.