- Rev. Praxton: Ed, I like to grease the highboard better than anyone and if it was just four or five guys, I'd have no problem with that, but when I come home and find her doing the two-back beast with the entire church council, well by God, that's going too far - especially since half the council is women! That's when I take a stand. That's when I'm counted as a man! That's when I throw my balls up over my shoulder and charge into the fire!
- Ed Chilton: My mother was a hardware man, and she taught me it was better to be a hammer than a nail.
- Storm Reynolds: You told me this was gonna be a clean deal, Mr. Pattle.
- A.J. Pattle: How clean do you expect it to be? We make a living feeding bugs to dead people, for crying out loud.
- Uncle Benny: Ed, you gotta do her.
- Ed Chilton: What?
- Uncle Benny: Snuff her. Rub her out. Pump her full of lead. Waste her. Re-introduce her to the big sleep.
- Ed Chilton: Are you nuts? That'd be murder.
- Uncle Benny: [scoffs] Murder. Why are you always so dramatic? How can it be murder? She's already dead.
- [Ed is sitting alone on the porch swing]
- Storm Reynolds: Hi, Ed.
- Ed Chilton: [surprised] Hi.
- Storm Reynolds: Mind if I sit down?
- Ed Chilton: Oh, no. Please.
- [chuckles and brushes himself off]
- Ed Chilton: I was just whittling a loon.
- [Ed opens a box full of live cockroaches]
- Ed Chilton: What the... whoa! Jesus!
- [watches them scurry away]
- Ed Chilton: Bugs?
- A.J. Pattle: Not bugs. Life!
- Ed Chilton: I'm supposed to feed these to...
- A.J. Pattle: Uh-huh. Every night before bedtime. Two of 'em. Never more, never less.
- Ed Chilton: Oh my God. Mother has to eat bugs!
- A.J. Pattle: But only live ones, so she can add their life to her own. Throw out the dead ones, they won't do her any good. Unless of course she just wants a snack.
- Ed Chilton: Mother?
- Mabel Chilton: [emerging from the kitchen] Coming! Yes, dear? What is it?
- Ed Chilton: How do you feel?
- Mabel Chilton: [chuckling] Oh, fine! Supper's ready. You poor fucks must be starved.