- Buz Murdock: You can still smell it.
- Tod Stiles: mm huh
- Buz Murdock: No, I mean the hate. That girl, she hates so hard it came right through the mask. Do you know what I mean?
- Tod Stiles: No, I'm not sure that I do.
- Buz Murdock: I guess you gotta be around it the way I used to be. It's like malaria. One sniff of it, and it comes right back. You can forget anything except hate.
- Tod Stiles: What about the little item that makes the world go round?
- Buz Murdock: Love? Love's a... a skinny kid that can catch cold and die from just standing outside a locked door, begging to come in. But hate, now that's a tiger in the hole. Hot or cold, busts in, chomps out a piece, never grows back.