[O'Ryan has sit across from Speck without him noticing]
Benjamin O'Ryan:
What's in the case?
Harold Speck:
[looks up; startled] I'm sorry?
Benjamin O'Ryan:
You're always lugging that case around. I'm curious, what do you sell?
Harold Speck:
Restaurant supplies. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.
Benjamin O'Ryan:
You must travel a lot, huh? Whole country or just hereabouts?
Harold Speck:
I don't mean to be rude, but...
Benjamin O'Ryan:
How's your wife feel about it?
Harold Speck:
*What*?
Benjamin O'Ryan:
She must get lonely, you gone all the time. Does she?
Harold Speck:
Look, I don't know who you are, but you can't just sit down and... [O'Ryan holds a drawing up on the table for Speck to see]
Benjamin O'Ryan:
Did it myself. Kind of a hobby. Take a look at these pictures, Harold, and you tell me if you see anything you want. I've got lots more. Would you like to see them? [He holds up another]
Benjamin O'Ryan:
Tell me, those jokes about the traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter, are they true? [He holds up another; Speck goes white]
Benjamin O'Ryan:
Here, this one's my *favorite*. Really says it all... wouldn't you agree?
Harold Speck:
You're *sick*. [Speck gets up from the table and leaves]
Benjamin O'Ryan:
It's a matter of opinion.
Merle Hammond:
[Gwen has stolen Hammond's car from his country club, after forcing him into the trunk at gunpoint] ... You know, if you wanted to drive my car, you could have just asked... [She waves a revolver in his face]
Merle Hammond:
... Do you even know how to use that thing?
Gwen Saticoy:
My boyfriend's a cop. What do you think? [She forces him into a cage, in the back of her Range-Rover]
Merle Hammond:
...Is this about money? Ransom? Extortion? The usual motives for kidnapping?
Gwen Saticoy:
Well, I never considered that option before. But now that you mention it, do you know anyone who'd actually pay to get you back?
Merle Hammond:
All right, then... Is this about revenge?
Gwen Saticoy:
No, it is not about revenge or punishment... although, for what you put my mother through on the stand, I should rip your tongue out!... If this is about anything, it's finding out what makes you tick.
Merle Hammond:
If that's all there is to it, I can tell you everything over a bottle of brandy. I seldom do my best work in a dog kennel.
Gwen Saticoy:
No, I'm sure you do your best work in a litter box.
Capt. Ramsey:
Mr. COB!
Chief of the Boat:
Yes, sir?
Capt. Ramsey:
You're aware of the name of this ship, aren't you Mr. COB?
Chief of the Boat:
Very aware, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
It bears a proud name, doesn't it, Mr. COB?
Chief of the Boat:
Very proud, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
It represents fine people.
Chief of the Boat:
Very fine people, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
Who live in a fine, outstanding state.
Chief of the Boat:
Outstanding, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
In the greatest country in the entire world.
Chief of the Boat:
In the entire world, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
And what is that name, Mr. COB?
Chief of the Boat:
Alabama, sir!
Capt. Ramsey:
And what do we say?
Capt. Ramsey, Chief of the Boat:
Go Bama!
All:
Roll Tide!
Terence:
We wrote one last night outside the mini mart. Morris called it "Stuart Drives A Comfortable Car" and then like in country songs, you know, in parentheses it says "There's Usually Someone in the Trunk." And, and um, I came up with a tune just a hummin'.
Doyle:
See, you don't want to question the genius, Vaughan. Morris here is a modern-day poet, kinda like in olden times.
Morris:
Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?
Bill Weber:
Now let's go to John Hannafin, who's in the stands with a country music legend.
John Hannafin:
Thank you, Sean. I'm here with one of the greatest country music stars of all-time, Kenny Rogers. Kenny, what do you think of the race so far?
Kenny Rogers:
[obviously not Kenny Rogers] It's good, they're going real fast.
Bill Weber:
John, that's not Kenny Rogers.
John Hannafin:
In the song "The Gambler", you sang "You gotta know when to walk away and know when to run." Should Ricky Bobby have stayed away from racing?
Kenny Rogers:
Mr. Bobby's very competitive. If he wants to race, he should race.
John Hannafin:
Well, this is John Hannafin with Kenny Rogers. And now back to you, Bill.
Bill Weber:
Well, that, of course, was not Kenny Rogers.
Benny Parsons:
Not even close!