- Donna: I have been pushed around my whole life by men, and I'm sick of it!
- Midnight: Hey, Mino! I warned you not to bet against a sure thing.
- Mino Collins: My compliments, Coach! Your ladies performed their tits and ass routine extremely well.
- Midnight: [chuckles] Enough to send your boys home with some high squeaky voices, huh? Now, how about that thousand you owe me?
- Mino Collins: You'll get what you're owed. I'll send a messenger around.
- Midnight: Make sure you do that, Mino. Today, ol' Midnight hit a home run!
- [demonstrates his prowess with a baseball bat in no uncertain terms]
- Midnight: All right, girls, let's strap in. We're blowing this goddamn dump!
- Donna: Midnight, we can't go anywhere right yet. Mickey and Connie are out there looking for you. We have to wait for them.
- Midnight: Damn it, I told you not to leave the bus!
- [pulls out revolver, is gonna go search]
- Babe: Dad, I'm going with you!
- Midnight: [gives her the gun] *You stay here*, and don't leave the goddamn bus, okay?
- Holt: Burns...
- [aims revolver at imaginary target]
- Holt: I sure hope them broads come this way. Roy was my best friend and I'm gonna pay 'em back.
- Burns: I'm gonna pay 'em back too. If I get my hands on that pitcher, I'm gonna... turn her sweet little ass every which way but loose.
- Holt: Hey, Mino didn't say nothin' about doin' that.
- Burns: Didn't say nothin' 'bout not doin' it neither. I bet you this old country boy teach them city bitches a thing or two.
- Holt: Burns, you can't even beat your own meat.
- Burns: [not to be outdone] I beat it better than you can.
- Holt: [throws his head back, downs his can of beer in one gulp, then slams the empty can of beer against his forehead, crushing it] Beat this, prick-breath!
- Burns: [not to be outdone] Beat this, ass-breath!
- [slams his full can of beer against his forehead, pulls the tab to drink it, gets a spray of overflowing beer into his face]
- Holt: Burns, I swear, you drink beer the way you piss!
- Burns: [not to be outdone] You piss the way you drink beer.
- Burns: [old hillbilly peeper gets grabbed by annoyed girl] That's my bad arm!
- [throws him around]
- Burns: Oh, that's my bad back!
- Midnight: I thought you mercenaries were men of your word.
- Mino Collins: We are.
- Midnight: Well then pay up, you son of a bitch.