Doyle: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet? Karl: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm. Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't sca...
Morris: Dots look good on paper. You don't sing them anyway, you're just showing your true Aries color now. Doyle: Stay out of my goddam face, you fucking buzzard!
Karl: Reckon what you like to eat in there? Frosty Cream Employee: Well, the French fries are pretty good. Karl: French fried potaters? Frosty Cream Employee: Yeah, French fries. Karl: How much you want for'em? Frosty Cream Employee: They're .60 for ...
Karl: [Eating potted meat] I reckon it tastes alright. Frank: You really think it's got peckers in there? Karl: You know better than that. You ought not say that word. Frank: It smells funny. Karl: Yeah, it's pretty loud. Looky there. I believe you r...
Bill Cox: [about Karl] The son-of-a-bitch's a regular Eli Whitney on a lawn mower and *loves* French fries. 'Son-of-a-bitch can eat four larges and not even belch.
Bill Cox: [lawnmower won't start] Karl, see if you can figure out what's wrong with this. It won't crank up and everything seems to be put together right. Karl: It ain't got no gas in it.
Karl: I don't think anything bad ought to happen to children. I think the bad stuff should be saved up for the people whose grown up. That's the way I see it.
Melinda: Hi, Karl, I'm on my lunch break. I got you these flowers that were on sale, cause they're not fresh. $2.99, plus by 10% employee discount, since I didn't bring you anything on our date last night. Well, I just thought I'd bring them to you. ...
Charles Bushman: Karl, who'd you kill? Was it the boy? Karl: Don't you say another word about that boy. Fact'o business, don't you say another word to me. I ain't listening to you no more.
Monty Johnson: This ain't right, Doyle. There IS something wrong with you. Doyle: Get the fuck out! Monty Johnson: Nobody wants to take this SHIT, Man!
Doyle: I don't guess I give a shit. I ain't here that much so if you want a retard living out in the garage, I guess that's your business. But I do got some tools and a set of socket wreches out there I'd rather not have stolen. Frank: He's real hone...
Doyle: What's in the bag? Karl: This'n that. Tooth paste and whatnot. Doyle: What's all them books? Karl: Different ones. One of 'em is the Bible.
Karl: I'm your boy. Frank Childers: I ain't got no boy. Karl: I'm your oldest boy. Name of Karl. Frank Childers: I ain't got no boy. Karl: They turned me loose from the nervous hospital. 'Said I was well. I got hired on by a Mr. Bill Cox fixing lawnm...
Terence: I don't think that's right. I believe the "Dot Dot Dot" come between "Medula" and "Oblongota". [Morris shakes his head] Terence: Well, it did! Morris: The dots are where I say they are. Melody and tune, that's your trade, Terence. You're a t...
Doyle: [shouting] We don't got no Goddamn band! We don't need to fucking practice, Randy! We don't no shit-ass manager neither! You motherfuckers! You all are a bunch of losers! I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here! So get the *fuck* out of my house...
Bill Cox: How are you coming along with that garden tiller? Karl: I fixed it. It's workin' pretty good now. Bill Cox: You done fixed it? Well I'll be damned. Scooter told me it couldn't be fixed. 'Course Scooter is about as shiftless as one poor son ...
Doyle: [Doyle, Vaughan and Karl are in Doyle's truck going to get beer] Not that you two afflicted sumbitches know anything about this, you're sitting in a crew-cab duallie pickup. In some circles, this is considered a piece of automotive art. Vaugha...
Karl: Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Kaiser blade.
