Eugene Grizzard: Step on it, Velma. Step on it, Velma. Step on it, Velma.
Velma Davis: I am!
Eugene Grizzard: Step on it, Velma. Step on it, Velma. Velma, step on it, Velma!

Clyde Barrow: ...the truck drivers come in to eat greasy burgers and they kid you and you kid them back, but they're stupid and dumb, boys with big tattoos all over 'em, and you don't like it... And they ask you for dates and sometimes you go... but you mostly don't, and all they ever try is to get into your pants whether you want to or not... and you go home and sit in your room and think, when and how will I ever get away from this?... And now you know.

Clyde Barrow: [Bonnie can't stop laughing after Clyde held up a failed bank and left empty-handed] We got a dollar ninety-eight, and you're laughing!

Clyde Barrow: Alright. Alright. If all you want's a stud service, you get on back to West Dallas and you stay there the rest of your life. You're worth more than that. A lot more than that. You know it and that's why you come along with me. You could find a lover boy on every damn corner in town. It don't make a damn to them whether you're waitin' on tables or pickin' cotton, but it does make a damn to me.
Bonnie Parker: Why?
Clyde Barrow: Why? What's you mean, "Why?" Because you're different, that's why. You know, you're like me. You want different things. You got somethin' better than bein' a waitress. You and me travelin' together, we could cut a path clean across this state and Kansas and Missouri and Oklahoma and everybody'd know about it. You listen to me, Miss Bonnie Parker. You listen to me.

Clyde Barrow: Hell, you might just be the best damn girl in Texas.

Clyde Barrow: I don't think he's lost. I think the bank's been offerin' extra reward money for us. I think Frank just figured on some easy pickin's, didn't ya Frank? You're no Texas Ranger. You're hardly doin' your job. You ought to be home protectin' the rights of poor folk, not out chasin' after us!

Clyde Barrow: Now you just tell me what was wrong with that car.
C.W. Moss: Dirt.
Clyde Barrow: Dirt?
C.W. Moss: Dirt in the fuel line... just blowed it away.

Clyde Barrow: There's nothing wrong with me, I mean I don't like boys.

Clyde Barrow: This here's Miss Bonnie Parker. I'm Clyde Barrow. We rob banks.

Clyde Barrow: You try to get something to eat around here and some son-of-a-bitch comes up to you with a meat cleaver.