Marcus Hamilton: Howdy ma'am. How are you doing today?
T-Bone Waitress: Hot . And I don't mean the good kind. So, what don't you want?
Marcus Hamilton: Pardon?
T-Bone Waitress: What don't you want?
Marcus Hamilton: Oh, well, uh. I think I'll just, uh...
T-Bone Waitress: You know. I've been working here for 44 years. Ain't nobody ever ordered nothing but T-Bone steak and a baked potato. Except this one [censored] from New York tried to order trout back in 1987. We don't sell no goddamned trout. T-bone steaks. So either you don't want the corn on the cob, or you don't want the green beans. So what don't you want?
Marcus Hamilton: I don't want green beans.
Alberto Parker: I don't want green beans either.
T-Bone Waitress: Steaks cooked medium rare.
Alberto Parker: Can I get my steak cooked just a...
T-Bone Waitress: That weren't no question.
Alberto Parker: All right.
T-Bone Waitress: Iced tea for you boys.
Alberto Parker: Iced tea'd be great.
Marcus Hamilton: Iced tea, yep. Thank you ma'am.
T-Bone Waitress: Uh-huh.
Marcus Hamilton: Well I'll tell you one thing. Nobody's gonna rob this son of bitch.
Alberto Parker: My word.

Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.

LOL good one Bob

"Go that way, really fast.....if something gets in your way...turn"


"I thought I was looking at my mother's old dewsh bag but that's back in ohio"


"somebody's got to ride back and get a chitt load of dimes..."


"He hates these cans...!"

Goodnight Robicheaux: What a merry band, we are. Me a Grey, Chisolm a Blue, Billy a mysterious man of the Orient, a drunk Irishman, a Texican, a female and her gentlemen caller. This is not going to end well.
Vasquez: I'm Mexican, cabrón. No such thing as a "Texican."
Goodnight Robicheaux: Try telling that to my granddaddy. He died at the Alamo. New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets. Blood, teeth. Mauled by a horde of teeming brown devils.
Vasquez: My grandfather was one of those devils, you know. Toluca Battalion. Hey, maybe my grandfather killed your grandfather, huh?
Goodnight Robicheaux: I sense we are bonding.

"Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here...with a big ribbon on his head! And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed, sack of monkey [censored] he is! Hallelujah! Holy [censored]! Where's the Tylenol?"

Saw that yesterday

Bud : Now, you gotta learn something - there are just certain things a girl cain't do.

Sissy : Name one.

Marshall : I can name serval, pissin' on the side of a wall, gettn laid while your pants are still on...

Sissy : Why would you want to?

Gus: "Uva uvam vivendo varia fit"

Ladies and gentlemen, every where I look... soldiers are fighting sailors, sailors are fighting Marines! Directly in front of me, I see a flying blond floozy! Everywhere I look... everywhere, pure pandemonium... pandemonium!

I’d damn sight rather be hung by my friends than by a bunch of strangers.

"To hell with them fellers. Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms."

"Listen, you f***ers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the c*nts, the dogs, the filth, the sh*t. Here is a man who stood up."