Lets do it outside, in nature. — Blood Simple

"[to Marty] Who looks stupid now?"

"Lover-boy oughta lock his door. Lotta nuts out there."

"The world is full of complainers. But the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. I dont care if youre the Pope of Rome, President of the United States, or even Man of the Year—something can always go wrong. And go ahead, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help—watch him fly. Now in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else—thats the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas...And down here... youre on your own."

"You know a friend of mine broke his hand a while back. Put in a cast. Very next day he takes a fall, protects his bad hand, falls on his good one, breaks that too. So now hes got two busted flippers and I say to him "Creighton, I hope your wife loves you. Cause for the next five weeks you cannot wipe your own goddamn ass." Thats the test, aint it? Test of true love."

"[to Marty] Stick your finger up the wrong persons ass?"

"[to himself, about Marty] Sweet Jesus, you are disgusting."