Airman in helicopter: [fighting panic] Get a fix on us, Sherrif, we're goin' down!

Sheriff Morey Johnson: [sees light flashing on police radio] Red light's flashing, Harry. You got any time for the machine?
Harry: Machine? Right.
[into radio]
Harry: Roger, Highway Patrol. CS-1 out.
Sheriff Morey Johnson: What was that signal, Harry?
Harry: Signal? Oh, just the State Highway Patrol. Just a routine check.
Sheriff Morey Johnson: Locate McNeil wherever he is and send him out for chewing gum.
Harry: McNeil? Right!
Sheriff Morey Johnson: When I tell you to watch that machine of yours, you say, "Machine? Right." When I give you a message for McNeil, you say, "McNeil? Right." There's something about the way you make a question of it and then say "right" that gets on my nerves.
Harry: Nerves?
Sheriff Morey Johnson: [sighs] Right.

Sheriff Morey Johnson: You'd think we're chasing a ghost... an invisible horse and an invisible cowboy. Harry, throw me that canteen. I haven't got enough spit left to wet a stick of gum.

Jerry Bondi: I was expecting you, Jack. Isn't that odd? I heard a horse and I knew it was your horse.

Jerry Bondi: Jack I'm gonna tell you something. The world that you and Paul live in doesn't exist, maybe it never did. Out there is a real world and it's got real border and real fences, real laws and real trouble. And either you go by the rules or you lose.

Truckstop hitchhiker: Hey, you're not going to Ciffeyville, Kansas, are you?
Hinton: No, I'm haulin' privies to Duke City, New Mexico.
Truckstop hitchhiker: You're haulin' what?
Hinton: Privies!
[Pointing to a depiction of toilet bowls on the side of his semi]
Hinton: A hundred and fifty-six privies. High-tailin' down the road at 70 miles an hour. How do like that? What kind of emergency do you suppose they got in Duke City, New Mexico?