Dwight Yoakam credited as playing...
Doyle Hargraves
- Doyle: Now get the fuck out now before I get too mad to turn back!
- Terence: What about our instruments?
- Doyle: Come here, you little prick. Come here, you little fucking prick!
- [Wheels him right into the door]
- Doyle: Get out! All y'all, get the fuck out! Come on, you motherfuckers!
- [Nobody moves]
- Doyle: Get the fuck out! Randy, you tuning son of a bitch, go fucking practice, Randy!
- [Noody moves]
- Doyle: Come on, Morris, you fucking genius, get the fuck up and get the fuck out of here, Goddammit!
- Doyle: [Karl enters the bedroom, startling Doyle and Linda] Hey! What the God damn hell you doing, Karl? 'The fuck you doing up in the middle of the night?
- Linda: What you want, Hon?
- Karl: I wanna be baptized.
- Doyle: Well get baptized then, I don't give a shit. Call up a fuckin' preacher, Goddammit, we can't baptize ya.
- Doyle: Hey is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs shit in his hair and all that, 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time eatin' 'round that kind of thing now. Just like I am with antique furniture and midgets. You know that, I can't so much as drink a damn glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture.
- Linda: Doyle, you're awful. You shouldn't be that way.
- Doyle: I ain't saying it's right, I'm just telling the damn truth. He'll make me sick. I know it.
- Doyle: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet?
- Karl: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm.
- Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.
- Doyle: If y'all don't shut up, I'm gonna go out of my mind. Besides, Karl here is liable to bust his spring. He's already off balance.
- Doyle: To call the police, you push 911 then just tell 'em to bring an ambulance, or a "hearst" if you're gonna kill me.
- Doyle: [to Vaughan and Karl] Hey! I said get out of my house! That goes for cocksuckers and retards! Now get up off your asses'n go! Go on!
- Linda: This is not your house, Doyle. This is my house and I decide who goes and who stays. You got a house, why don't you get some of your girlfriends and go home to it?
- Doyle: You know better than to talk to me like that when I'm hurtin', Linda. Don't make me knock the piss outta you.
- Vaughan Cunningham: Don't you touch her.
- Doyle: That's funny, Vaughan. Linda, go to bed and take little snot-nose here with you.
- Linda: You're not staying here tonight. Go get sober before you come back, I'm tired of my child seeing this. Now you get your ass straight or I'll lock your ass out of my life for good.
- Doyle: If you even think about leaving me, Linda, I told you: I'm gonna kill you deader than a door nail.
- Linda: That might be better than this.
- Vaughan Cunningham: All right, I'm a witness. I heard you threatening her.
- Doyle: Hey, you get the
- [shouts]
- Doyle: fuck out now!
- Terence: We wrote one last night outside the mini mart. Morris called it "Stuart Drives A Comfortable Car" and then like in country songs, you know, in parentheses it says "There's Usually Someone in the Trunk." And, and um, I came up with a tune just a hummin'.
- Doyle: See, you don't want to question the genius, Vaughan. Morris here is a modern-day poet, kinda like in olden times.
- Morris: Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?
- Doyle: What am I supposed to do about supper while you're out runnin' around with that fag?
- Linda: You're not crippled, get in there and make it yourself.
- Doyle: Talkin' back and everything. That kinda makes me horny, Linda.
- Linda: Frank, maybe you better go play in your room if Doyle's gonna talk nasty.
- Frank: I don't wanna go play in my room.
- Doyle: He don't wanna go play in his room. Let's all just sit here and be a family. Until your mentally retarded friend and your homosexual friend get here.
- Doyle: Believe in the Bible, do ya Karl?
- Karl: I don't understand all of it, but I reckon I understand a good deal of it.
- Doyle: Well I can't understand none of it. This one begat that one and that one begat this one, and lo and behold someone says some shit to someone else - just how retarded are you?
- Linda: This is not your house, Doyle. This is my house and I decide who goes and who stays. You got a house, why don't you get some of your girlfriends and go home to it?
- Doyle: You know better than to talk to me like that when I'm hurtin', Linda. Don't make me knock the piss outta you.
- Vaughan: Don't you touch her.
- Doyle: That's funny, Vaughan. Linda, go to bed and take little snot-nose here with you.
- Linda: You're not staying here tonight. Go get sober before you come back, I'm tired of my child seeing this. Now you get your ass straight or I'll lock your ass out of my life for good.
- Doyle: If you even think about leaving me, Linda, I told you: I'm gonna kill you deader than a door nail.
- Linda: That might be better than this.
- Monty Johnson: This ain't right, Doyle. There IS something wrong with you.
- Doyle: Get the fuck out!
- Monty Johnson: Nobody wants to take this SHIT, Man!