Rhoda: You figured out something that never happened and so it's all lies!

Rhoda: You tell lies like that, you won't go to Heaven when you die!

Hortense Daigle: Children can be nasty, don't you think?

Hortense Daigle: He was such a lovely, dear little boy. He used to say I was his sweetheart and he was going to marry me when he grew up. I would laugh so. "No you won't. You'll forget about me long before then. You'll find a prettier girl and marry her." And do you know what he said then? "No, I won't. 'Cause there isn't a prettier girl in the whole world than you are."

Hortense Daigle: I'm drunk. It's a pleasure to stay drunk when your little boy's been killed.

[How murderers are executed]
Leroy: They got a little blue chair for little boys and a little pink chair for little girls.