Bill: Little ol' Whose-its.

Bill: No female has to starve in a town like this.
Trina: Have you ever been out of work for a whole year?
Bill: I been outta work all my life. Besides, the unemployment situation's got nothin' to with women. Didja ever think of that?
Trina: Yeah, I thought of it.
Bill: Well?
Trina: [looking down] I couldn't.
Bill: Oh, I s'pose the river would be better than that.
Trina: Yeah, I thought of that, too.

Bill: You're a heck of a looking woman for a guy like me.
Trina: Mmhmm. I don't know if this is going to be a very good stew.
Bill: Look at you. Skinny as a rail.
Trina: Yessir, that's just what I did, I put those potatoes in too soon.
Bill: Who wants to grab hold of a load of bones. That's what you are, bones. You know that, don't you?
Trina: Yeah, but I'm young kind of.
Bill: That don't make no difference.
Trina: Maybe it does. Maybe I'll sort of fill out after.
Bill: Nah, nah. You'll never look like a woman. You haven't got it in you to look like a woman.
Trina: What difference does it make as long as you're good to me?
Bill: I ain't good to you! Don't get that idea in your nut.

Flossie: [holding a gun] You ain't gonna squawk. . .for the simple reason, stiffs don't squawk.
Bragg: Flossie, don't point that at me. You're drunk.
Flossie: If somebody was to search the whole country. . .the whole world, they couldn't find two more useless, more no-good people than you and me.
Bragg: You wouldn't commit murder?
Flossie: Oh, this ain't murder. . . .This is just housecleanin'. Now now, Bragg, stop your shakin'. It won't hurt; you'll be where you belong. And, me. . .
Bragg: Flossie!
[she pulls the trigger]

Trina: Even birds can't fly all the time.