- Hugo Jarry: Will you two be quiet?
- Calamity Jane: Not only will we not be quiet, you frog-faced fuck. I'm gonna take this stick, and drag it back and forth across the bars of your cell.
- [Jane gets up and does so]
- Hugo Jarry: I am not a prisoner. I am in protective custody.
- Calamity Jane: In care of a deputy deputized by the deputy sheriff, who orders you to shut the fuck up!
- [Jane hits the cell with the stick]
- Sol Star: Hello, there.
- Trixie: $127.49, both columns seperate verified.
- Sol Star: Lying with aplomb, you've got the true calling.
- Trixie: What you heard otherwise is none of your business.
- [Trixie takes off her clothes]
- Sol Star: I didn't hear anything else.
- [Trixie and Sol kiss]
- Trixie: Let me work on your column now.
- Dan Dority: You're gonna have to gather all your fucking wiles, Al, 'cause they's developments that need interpretating on every front.
- Doc Cochran: Al is out of the development interpretation business for the short time being.
- Steve: Fuck you, fuck the institution, and fuck the future!
- Hugo Jarry: You cannot fuck the future, sir. The future fucks you.
- E.B. Farnum: [to himself, practing what to say-] Madam, in the chambers of my heart beats a love for every crooked timber of this shitbox of a structure, this building... This building, its warped floorboards and...
- [Farnum gets distracted by Richardson, dropping things]
- E.B. Farnum: Why, even in Richardson, my chef, my eyes see a beloved household pet somehow walking upright; I see in Richardson a half-witted child, nonetheless adored... .
- Richardson: [bashfully] I like you...
- Alma Garret: Thank you, Richardson.
- Richardson: You're purrdy!
- Alma Garret: Ah... Thank you very much. And, probably that's all that either of us needs to say about that subject, ever again
- [quickens her pace]
- Calamity Jane: [On seeing that Fields is checking nervously, to see if anyone's watching] Don't fuckin' look around! I don't care who sees a nigger drink' with me, or drinkin' from the same bottle, or... or... or how stupid his fuckin' outfit is!
- Samuel Fields: [boasting] This here is the epaulet of a Union Army general!
- Calamity Jane: [pointing at her own rear] And this here is the ass of a drunken shitbird!
- [They both smile, then Jane gestures tot the bottle]
- Calamity Jane: Finish this with me... If you can sit besides someone, and not stink. Or fart.
- Samuel Fields: I been known to cut the odd fart. But they've never stunk.
- Calamity Jane: [puffing out her chest in pride] I got that self-same gift!