- Lucien Tipton: Well, you're in Arkansas. Ain't nowhere near Georgia!
- Leeallen Tipton: Sheriff's lost! You lost, little chicken?
- Ronnie: Could we talk somewhere a little more private?
- Lucien Tipton: LeeAllen! Get in the house
- Leeallen Tipton: Secrets, secrets, tell them well... keep your secrets... go to hell!
- Ronnie: C'mon Lucien... I'm desperate! There must be an easier way!
- Lucien Tipton: Well, sure there is sheriff. Just burn your house down in the middle of the day with everything you own let inside it.
- Leeallen Tipton: Ooooooh, I do love me a good barbeque!
- Lucien Tipton: Yeah, Sherriff... you and that little girl... is FUCKED!
- Ronnie: Well, what do you think I should do then, Anj?
- Angela: Oh, hmm mmm, you don't wanna hear it.
- Ronnie: Oh no! Don't start this again!
- Rayland: Start what? What happened?
- Angela: He went to see Lucien, who told him his wife hasn't yet passed over. He said...
- Ronnie: He said she'd never get to heaven. Said she was holding on too tightly to cross over. I have no use for him. So what's wrong with you then, Anj?
- Angela: I. Want. You. To. Go. See. Lucien. Tipton!
- Brooke: You know, I don't know what we are. Heck I don't even really know who I am? But I know I'm exactly where I need to be.