- Frank Booth: Hey, you wanna go for a ride?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: No, thanks.
- Frank Booth: No, thanks? What does that mean?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: I don't wanna go.
- Frank Booth: Go where?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: For a ride.
- Frank Booth: A ride! Now that's a good idea!
- Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you like?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken.
- Frank Booth: [shouting] Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
- Frank Booth: Don't be a good neighbor to her. I'll send you a love letter,
- Frank Booth: [shouting] straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!
- Sandy Williams: I don't know if you're a detective or a pervert.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Well, that's for me to know and you to find out.
- Sandy Williams: You're not going back to her apartment?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Yeah.
- Sandy Williams: Jeffrey, why?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: I'm seeing something that was always hidden. I'm involved in a mystery. I'm in the middle - of a mystery. And it's all secret.
- Sandy Williams: You like mysteries that much?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Yeah. You're a mystery. I like you - very much.
- Sandy Williams: Oh, yeah?
- [Jeffrey kisses Sandy]
- Sandy Williams: Jeffrey, don't. Please.
- Sandy Williams: I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you. In the dream, there was our world, and the world was dark because there weren't any robins and the robins represented love. And for the longest time, there was just this darkness. And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this blinding light of love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did. So, I guess it means there is trouble 'til the robins come.
- Frank Booth: In dreams, I walk with you. In dreams, I talk to you. In dreams, you're mine, all the time. Forever. In dreams...
- [wipes blue velvet on Jeffrey's mouth]
- Ben: To your health.
- Frank Booth: Ah, shit, let's drink to something else. Let's drink to fucking. Yeah, say, "Here's to your fuck, Frank."
- Ben: If you like, Frank. Here's to your fuck.
- Dorothy Vallens: [to Jeffrey] I have a part of you with me. You put your disease in me. It helps me. It makes me strong.
- Dorothy Vallens: Why are you here? What do you want?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: I, um...
- Dorothy Vallens: I looked for you in my closet tonight. It's crazy, I know. I don't know where you come from.
- Raymond: Do you want me to pour it Frank?
- Frank Booth: No I want you to fuck it. Shit, yes, pour the fuckin' beer!
- Dorothy Vallens: What's your name?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Jeffrey
- Dorothy Vallens: Jeffrey what?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Jeffrey Nothing.
- Frank Booth: What are you looking at?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Nothing.
- Frank Booth: Don't you look at me, fuck!
- [whispering]
- Frank Booth: I shoot when I see the whites of the eyes.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: See that clock on the wall? In five minutes you are not going to believe what I've told you.
- Paul: You ever been to pussy heaven?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: [nervous tone] No.
- Frank Booth: What did he say?
- Paul: [sarcastic tone] He said, "Uh, no."
- Raymond: Nope. Never been to pussy heaven.
- [All laugh]
- Dorothy Vallens: Hello, baby.
- Frank Booth: Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon? Can't you fucking remember anything?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Man I like Heineken! You like Heineken?
- Sandy Williams: Uh- Well, I've never really had a Heineken before.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: You never had a Heineken before?
- Sandy Williams: My dad drinks Bud.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: King of beers.
- [first lines]
- Radio announcer: It's a sunny, woodsy day in Lumberton, so get those chainsaws out. This is the mighty W.O.O.D., the musical voice of Lumberton. At the sound of the falling tree, it's 9:30. There's a whole lotta wood waitin' out there, so let's get goin'.
- Nurse Cindy: Mr. Beaumont? Your son Jeffrey's here to see you.
- Dorothy Vallens: See my breast? You can feel it. My nipple is getting hard. You can touch it. You can feel it. Do you like the way I feel?
- Frank Booth: Here's to Ben!
- [Frank punches Jeffrey in the face]
- Frank Booth: Say, "Here's to Ben."
- Jeffrey Beaumont: [scared to death] Here's to Ben.
- Frank Booth: Be polite!
- [Jeffrey comes to the breakfast table with a badly bruised face]
- Jeffrey Beaumont: I don't want to talk about it.
- Mrs. Beaumont: But...
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Everything is okay, I just don't want to talk about it.
- Aunt Barbara: But sometimes it's good to talk things over Jeffrey. For instance, they say that many marriages are saved by people...
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Aunt Barbara, I love you but you're gonna get it.
- [describing Frank to Detective Williams]
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Frank... is a very sick and dangerous man.
- Frank Booth: Hey, neighbor! You shit-for-brains, man! You forgot I have a police radio! One well-dressed fuckin' man knows where your fuckin' cute little butt's hidin'! Stupid fuck! Fuck with me, man! Here I come, ready or not! You fuck! I can hear your fuckin' radio, you stupid shit! You got about one fuckin' second to live, buddy! You're one sorry piece of shit, mister. Hey, pretty, pretty! What the fuck? Where are you? Where are you?
- Frank Booth: Let's hit the fuckin' road! We're giving our neighbor a joyride! Let's get on with it! Bye, Ben. Anyone want to go on a joyride with us? How about you, huh?
- [to Dorothy]
- Frank Booth: Hey, what's this? No smile for Frank? No? All right, fuck it! Let's go!
- Raymond: He's a pussy, Frank!
- Frank Booth: Yeah, but he's our pussy.
- [Looks at Dorothy]
- Frank Booth: Ain't that right, tits?
- Frank Booth: Here today...
- Raymond: [threatening Jeffrey with his switchblade] Gone tomorrow.
- Hunter: Ha, ha! You tell him Raymond!
- Paul: That don't scare me!
- [Paul turns towards Jeffrey]
- Paul: I'm Paul. What's your name?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: Jeffrey.
- Dorothy Vallens: [Jeffrey and Dorothy are in bed having sex] What do you want to do?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: I'm doing it.
- Dorothy Vallens: Are you a bad boy?
- Jeffrey Beaumont: What do you mean?
- Dorothy Vallens: Do you want to do bad things? Anything. Anything.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: What do you want?
- Dorothy Vallens: I want you to hurt me.
- Jeffrey Beaumont: No. I told you. I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you. I think I know some of what is happening to you. Dorothy? Frank has your husband and son. Dorothy? Doesn't he? You have to do something Dororthy. Go the police.
- Dorothy Vallens: [Dorothy pushes herself to the headboard] No police! No police!