- [the Indian mutters something incomprehensible as he waves a severed finger in front of Jessup's face]
- Jessup Cross: We can't fuckin' understand you.
- Ricky Long: [entering the barn] I can help you with that.
- [looking around the blood-stained floor of the barn]
- Ricky Long: Looks like I missed out on a little bit of fun. What he said was, he wouldn't mind killing you.
- Ricky Long: [to Lilly] No one would want to see someone so pretty get split in half... especially me - but that's just a loose translation, of course.
- [to Lilly, who is bound, gagged and blindfolded]
- Mitchell White: Hello. It seems a little unnecessary, you not bein' about talk and all. I was curious, though. Can a mute girl scream?
- Brady Bell: What are we going to do to her?
- Jessup Cross: I've walked every square inch of this property and I don't have a clue where to start. All I know is we got 24 hours, so we gotta get her to talk.
- Brady Bell: What's happenin' in 24 hours?
- Jessup Cross: You don't want to know.
- Brady Bell: Yeah, I do. I want to know what's happening in 24 hours!
- Jessup Cross: That guy that you buried - that guy that he works for isn't going to care about money we don't have. He'll kill us both.
- Brady Bell: Both? Wait a minute, pal - this is your gig. I'm just helpin' you out. In and out, you know?
- Jessup Cross: Fifty/fifty, right? *Right?*
- [last lines]
- Ricky Long: How much did you get?
- Lilly Waltman: Enough.
- Ricky Long: That's my girl.
- [they kiss]
- Ricky Long: [pointing to his van] Your chariot awaits.
- Mitchell White: Lilly, your grandfather was a financial backer of a group of marijuana smugglers who operated in the United States in the 1970s. He owned a small fleet of shrimping boats out of Port Arthur. Now each week, he'd commission round trips from South Texas to Columbia. Rumor has it that they brought in 106 tons of marijuana in just two years.
- [turns on a power drill]
- Mitchell White: They called themselves the Cowboy Mafia. But when one of the boats was seized, your grandfather was convicted on ten counts of racketeering and interstate commerce violations. But he was a Texas Ranger - did you know that? So he only did five years and got out clean. He died three days ago.
- [turns on the power drill at a higher speed]
- Mitchell White: The Feds claimed what they could from the ranch. Now, Lilly, I know you don't own six ranches, a welding supply company, oil and gas holdings without having a healthy stash of ransom money stashed somewhere safe. This is where you come in! You either tell me where he hid the money, or I'm going to drill a fucking hole through your bone into the other side of this god damn chair! You got me? Can you hear me now?
- Lilly Waltman: I honestly wasn't expecting the cellphone to go off. I assume you buried it with your friend's body?
- Jessup Cross: [astonished] You can talk.
- Lilly Waltman: One sec. Was that a question?
- Jessup Cross: What the fuck?
- Lilly Waltman: Yeah, okay, not being to talk and not talking are two very different things. You see, you and your friend just didn't push hard enough is all.
- [first lines]
- Radio Talk Show Host: You must have government and the history of the human race has demonstrated that, needing it or not, we are prone to have some. What you must do is guard that it does not impinge on these rights that pre-date it. The villain is not your next door neighbor, it's the authority in your town