Frances McDormand credited as playing...
- [last lines]
- Abby: [after shooting Visser] I'm not afraid o' you, Marty.
- Private Detective Visser: [laughing hysterically] Well, ma'am, if I see him, I'll sure give him the message.
- Abby: I don't know what you're talkin' about. I mean, what are you talking about? I haven't done anything funny.
- Abby: I said, "Marty, how come you're anal, and *I* gotta go to the psychiatrist?"
- Ray: What'd he say?
- Abby: Nothing. He's like you, he doesn't say much.
- Ray: Thanks.
- Abby: Except when he doesn't say things, they're usually nasty. When you don't, they're usually nice.
- Abby: He gave me a little pearl-handled .38 for our first anniversary.
- Ray: Uh-huh.
- Abby: Figured I'd better leave before I used it on him. I don't know how you can stand him.
- Ray: Well, I'm only an employee, I ain't married to him.
- Abby: How come you offered to drive me in this mess?
- Ray: I told you: I like you.
- Abby: I never knew that.
- Ray: Well, now you do.
- Abby: Hell.
- Abby: He took me to a psychiatrist one time, to calm me down. The psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever talked to, so Marty fired him.
- Ray: I don't think you can fire a psychiatrist, 'zactly.
- Abby: Well, I never saw him again, I can tell you that.
- Abby: Ray?
- Ray: You're bad.
- Abby: What?
- Ray: I said you're bad.
- Abby: [long pause, then smiles] You're bad too.
- Ray: We're both bad.
- Ray: Abby, I meant it, when I called.
- Abby: I love you too.
- Ray: You're scared.
- Marty: Lover-boy oughta lock his door. I love you... That's a stupid thing to say, right?
- Abby: I... I love you too.
- Marty: [smiling] No. You're just saying that because you're scared. You left your weapon behind... He'll kill you too.
- Ray: Who was it?
- Abby: What?
- Ray: On the phone? Was it, was it for you?
- Abby: I don't know. He didn't say anything.
- Ray: How'd you know it was a he?
- Abby: You got a girl? Am I screwin' somethin' up by bein' here?
- Ray: No. Am I?
- Abby: Ray, just tell me. What happened?
- Ray: That ain't important.
- Abby: [referring to Marty] Fact is... he's ANAL, Ray!
- Ray: Hmmmmm?
- Abby: [pointing to her forehead] In HERE... Abby, in HERE... I'm anal.
- Ray: Well, I'll be damned.
- Abby: I couldn't believe it myself.
- Ray: What do you want to do?
- Abby: What do *you* want to do?
