- Joe: [about Frank] Where is he?
- Mr. Roberts: Columbus. Now he didn't send a card, but a girl named Dorothy. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Roberts, Frank hit me. My daddy says he has to go to jail. But don't worry because I'm here to take care of him."
- [he and Joe laugh]
- Mr. Roberts: You know Joe, it didn't sit right with me when you married a Mexican woman. But I look at her today, she's beautiful. She's a beautiful and good woman.
- [Smiles]
- Mr. Roberts: Boy was I wrong. I was dead wrong.
- Mr. Roberts: Gonna sell the house, I think.
- Joe: Are you?
- Mr. Roberts: Think so.
- Joe: We're you thinking of living?
- Mr. Roberts: There's a trailer park over on Bright's. They got a pretty good deal there.
- Maria: It's nice there. They have a vegetable garden in the back where you can rent a plot. Grow your own.
- Mr. Roberts: [Talking to his baby grandson] Did you know your daddy grew vegetables Raphael? Your daddy was a farmer before he became a po-lice-man.
- Maria: [to Raffael, holding up a joint she's smoking] Don't ever smoke this stuff in front of the law. You smoke this stuff in front of the law, the law gets upset.
- Joe: My brother Frank was due back from Vietnam within the week. We hadn't seen each other since I'd lost the farm in '65, and took the uniform job to make ends meet.
- Frank: If I could figure out the difference between what gets you a kiss on the ass and me locked up.
- Frank: Independent of time and space, the runner becomes his message. Ain't no wolf, no bear gonna eat a message.
- Joe: The Indian knew that deer moved in circles. That if the hunter moved with skill he could run the swift deer into submission. Its hooves would bleed, and the animal stumble. The Indian was to kneel above his dying prey putting his mouth to that of the deer stealing its last breath. While he had earned the swiftness of the beast in its death, he was struck by its peace and stillness. And by his own.