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.

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: 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: Where are we going Frank?
Frank: I'm takin' your neighbor out to fuck the country. Fuck. What are you looking at?
Jeffrey: Nothing.
Frank: Don't you look at me, fuck! [whispering] I shoot when I see the whites of your eyes.

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?
Jeffrey: Nothing. Are you all right?
Dorothy: Yeah. I'm all right...
Jeffrey: I'll go then.
Dorothy: Don? Oh Don.
Jeffrey: No.
Dorothy: Oh Don. Hold me. Hold me. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. [she hugs him tightly]
Jeffrey: It's OK. It's OK.
Dorothy: Do you like me? Do you like me?
Jeffrey: Yes.
Dorothy: Do you like the way I feel?
Jeffrey: Yes.
Dorothy: See my breast? You can feel it. My nipple. Still hard. You can touch it. You can feel it. Do you like the way I feel?
Jeffrey: Yes.
Dorothy: Feel me. Hit me.
Jeffrey: No. Dorothy no. Stop it.
Dorothy: Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Radio Announcer: It's a sunny, woodsy day in Lumberton, so get those chain saws out. This is the mighty W-O-O-D. At the sound of the falling tree, it's 9:30. There's a whole lot of wood out there, so let's get goin'.

Detective Williams: That's a human ear all right.

Sandy Williams: [to Jeffrey] Are you the one that found the ear?

Jeffrey Beaumont: Frank... is a very sick and dangerous man.

Ben: Darling? Darling, could you bring some glasses and we'll have a beer with Frank. Thank you. Please sit down.
Frank: Shit man. How the shit are ya?
Ben: Fine, Frank, fine. How are you?
Frank: Fuckin' good. I'm real fuckin' good.

Radio Announcer: Logs, logs, logs. Lumberton, USA. At the sound of the falling tree, it's 1:30, and this is the mighty voice of Lumberton, the town where people really know how much wood a woodchuck chucks.

Dorothy: Oh God, they hurt him. Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey. Hold me. Hold me. Hold me. Oh God. My secret love.
Mrs. Williams: I called for an ambulance and the police are on their way.
Dorothy: Don't get the police. STOP IT. I LOVE YOU. LOVE ME. He put his disease in me. Tell me it's all right. I opened myself to you. Tell me it's all right, all right.
Jeffrey: Sandy...please. Sandy.
Mrs. Williams: I'll get a coat to put on her.
Sandy: Jeffrey, what's going on here?
Jeffrey: I'll tell you.
Dorothy: They have hurt his head.
Jeffrey: Who, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Don. Help him. Help him. Promise me you'll HELP HIM. He put his disease in me.
Jeffrey: I should go.
Sandy: Go.
Jeffrey: ...Sandy? [She slaps him in the face]

Ben: To your health.
Frank: Ah, shit, let's drink to something else. Let's drink to fucking. Yeah, say, "Here's to your fuck, Frank."
Ben: If you like, Frank. Here's to your fuck.
Frank: Suave, man. You're so fuckin' suave. [punches Jeffrey oin the face, forcing him to toast Ben]
Jeffrey: Here's to Ben.
Frank: Be polite!
Jeffrey: Here's to Ben.[more enthusiastically]
Ben: Thank you for the toast. That was a very nice neighbor. Did he hurt your little face? [punches Jeffrey in the stomach] That feel better?

Dorothy: Get out of there. Get out! Put your hands up on your head. Do it! Get on your knees. Do it! What are you doing? Who are you? What's your name?
Jeffrey: Jeffrey
Dorothy: Jeffrey what?
Jeffrey: Jeffrey nothing.
Dorothy: Do you sneak into girls' apartments to see them get undressed?
Jeffrey: Never before this.