[to Ben] Suave! Goddamn you're one suave fucker!

Where's the glasses? That beer's gonna get warm. One thing I can't fuckin' stand is warm beer! It makes me fuckin' puke!

All right. Let's hit the fuckin' road, we're givin' our neighbor a joy ride. Let's get on with it. Bye, Ben. Anyone, uh, want to go on a joy ride with us. [to Dorothy] How about you? Huh? Hey, no smile for Frank? No? OK. Fuck it. Let's go. Now it's dark. [shouting]Let's FUCK! I'll fuck anything that moves!

Fuck you, you fucking fuck!

LET'S FUCK! I'LL FUCK ANYTHING THAT MOVES!

Hey, neighbor! You shit for brains, man. You forgot I have a police radio. One well-dressed fuckin' man knows where your fuckin' cute little butt's hidin', huh. You stupid fuck. Fuck with me, man. Here I come! Ready or not! You fuck. I can hear your fuckin' radio, you stupid shit. You've got about one fuckin' second to live, buddy. You're a sorry piece of shit, mister. Hey pretty, pretty...What the fuck. Where are you? Where are you?

Detective Williams: Well now Jeffrey, you found something which is very interesting to us. Very interesting. I know you must be curious to know more. But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you now not only not to tell anyone about your find but also not to ask more about the case. One day, when it's all sewed up, I'll let you know all the details. Right now, though, I can't.
Jeffrey: I understand. I'm just real curious like you said.
Detective Williams: I was the same way myself when I was your age. I guess that's what got me into this business.
Jeffrey: It must be great.
Detective Williams: It's horrible too.

Dorothy: Hello baby.
Frank: Shut up. It's Daddy you shit-head. Where's my bourbon? Can't you fuckin' remember anything? Now it's dark. Spread your legs. Wider. Show it to me. Don't you fuckin' look at me!

Dorothy: What do you want to do?
Jeffrey: I'll do anything.
Dorothy: Are you a bad boy?
Jeffrey: What do you mean?
Dorothy: Do you want to do bad things? Anything? Anything?
Jeffrey: What do you want?
Dorothy: I want you to hurt me.
Jeffrey: No, I don't want to hurt you. I told you I want to help you. Dorothy, I know some of what's happening. Frank has your husband and son doesn't he? You've got to do something. Go to the police.
Dorothy: No police!! No police!! Go on, hit me. Hit me!
Jeffrey: No, no.
Dorothy: Get away! Get away from my bedroom!

Dorothy: [to Frank] Hello baby.
Frank: Who is this fuck?
Dorothy: A friend, he's from the neighborhood. We were just talking.
Frank: Oh, you're 'from the neighborhood.'
Jeffrey: Yeah.
Frank: You're a neighbor. Well what's your name neighbor?
Jeffrey: Jeffrey.
Dorothy: He's a good kid, Frank.
Frank: Shut the fuck up! [to Jeffrey] Hey, you wanta go for a ride?
Jeffrey: No thanks.
Frank: No thanks. What does that mean?
Jeffrey: I don't want to go.
Frank: Go where?
Jeffrey: On a ride.
Frank: A ride? Hell, that's a good idea. Okay, let's go. Hey, let's go.

Frank: What kinda beer do you like?
Jeffrey: Heineken
Frank: Heineken? Fuck that shit! Fuck that Heineken shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!

Now it's dark.

You got about one fuckin' second to live buddy!

[Inhaling helium while shooting] HEY PRETTY PRETTY!

Gordon went right up to 'em in broad daylight of course, cause he's the man, right? And he took all those drugs away. It was fuckin' beautiful. Candy colored clown they call the Sand Man.