Sheila: What do you want? Pete Dayton: Wanna go for a drive? Sheila: [coyly] I don't know. Pete Dayton: Get in, baby.
Ed: You're a musician? Fred Madison: Yeah. Al: What's your axe? Fred Madison: Tenor. Tenor saxophone. Do you... Al: [shakes his head and point at his ear] Tone deaf.
Fred Madison: Andy, who is that guy? Andy: I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent's, I think. Fred Madison: Dick Laurent? Andy: Yeah, I believe so. Fred Madison: But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?
Mr. Eddy: This is where mechanical excellence and one-thousand four-hundred horsepower pays off.
Fred Madison: Who the hell owns that dog?
Fred Madison: I had a dream about you last night. Renee Madison: Yeah? What was it about? Fred Madison: You were in the house, calling my name, but I couldn't find you. Then there you were, lying in bed... but it wasn't you. It looked like you, but i...
Fred Madison: How did you meet that asshole Andy, anyway? Renee Madison: It was a long time ago. I met him at this place called Moke's. We... became friends. He told me about a job... Fred Madison: What job? Renee Madison: Ah... I don't remember. Any...
Pete Dayton: Where the fuck are we going, Alice? Alice Wakefield: We have to go to the desert, baby.
Arnie: Pete! Where've you been? It's really good you're back! A lot of people are gonna be happy that you're back, including me! Pete Dayton: Well, it's good to be back, Arnie. Arnie: Mr. Smith is waiting for you. Pete Dayton: Sure, I'll take care of...
[Pete, disturbed by the saxophone music on a radio, switches the channels] Phil: What'd you change it for? I liked that. Pete Dayton: Well, I don't! Phil: I liked that.
Bill Dayton: The police called us today. Pete Dayton: What'd they want? Bill Dayton: They wanted to know if we had a chance to find out what happened to you the other night. And they wanted to know if you remembered anything. Pete Dayton: But... I do...
Mr. Eddy: Boy, that's smooth. Smooth as shit off a duck's ass!
[laying on the ground with his throat slashed by Fred and the Mystery Man] Mr. Eddy: [gagging from his bloody throat] What do you guys want? [the Mystery Man pulls out a hand-held Watchman TV and gives it to Mr. Eddy who looks on it to see an interio...
