Jessie: My God you smell. Tod:
Ya ever seen a man with his insides hangin' out? Looks like little silver and blue snakes, all wiggling. Agggh! Pour me another drink.
Jonas: I just rose up from hell, with my hair on fire! Johnsy Boy Hood: Mister, I've only got a dab of cash on me. Jonas: Down Johnsy Boy and fast. Elwood Coates: [to himself] Now we gonna get all the money Whiskey Man. We don't have to share it with nobody. The Hotel Clerk: In one breath, you just named our town's sorriest and best. Jonas: When you brand, it's usual to earmark and geld.