MARTHA: Honestly, George, you burn me up! GEORGE: (delighted with the thought) All right. MARTHA: You really do, George.
DEANIE: "Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass Glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind".
DEANIE: I'm not spoiled at all. I'm just as fresh and virginal as the day I was born.
MARTHA: Okay, stuff, let's go.
ILSA: Where's Rick?
ILSA: Get them for me.
MARTHA: (consciously making rhymed speech, in time to the music) Well, Georgie-boy had lots of big ambitions. In spite of something funny in his past…
GEORGE: (advancing on her) You will not say this!
MARTHA: It snapped, finally. Not me…it. The whole arrangement.
MARTHA: (interrupting, sadly) Baby, you sure are a flop.
DEANIE: I'd always worshipped Bud like he was a God. But all this time he's been a man, hasn't he? Like other men all over the world, trying to get along.
ARLETTA: Sometimes I wisht people was like dogs, Luke. Comes a time, a day like, when the bitch just don't recognize her pups no more, so she don't have no hopes nor love to bring her pain.
ARLETTA: You think life is some kind of ocean voyage and you start out with bunting' and hollering' and high hopes, but the damn ship goes down before you ever reach the other side. Luke?
ARLETTA: (recovering) Laugh it up, kid. You'll make out.
CHRIS: You're supposed to be dead… Lynne said so…
CHRIS: (sighs) If there were any justice, they would have us shot, people like you and me. They ought to put us out of our misery.
CHRIS: (incredulously) Your money… You made me go to him just to get your money?
CHRIS: (dismissively) You're finished now…you've got nothing left - Cant you see that?
CHRIS: (sleepily) Don't go, Walker.
RAYETTE: You know, there id'n anything in the world I wouldn't do for you, baby. I started liven' the day I found you, you know that?
RAYETTE: I'll go out wit you, or I'll stay here, and do anything you'd like for me to do… if you'll just do one thing. If you'll tell me that you love me.
PALM: Don't call me "honey," mack. RAYETTE: Don't call me "mack," honey.
RAYETTE: Son of a bitch, Bobby! You quit pushin' me away like that! I've had enough a that to last me a lifetime!
