Pepper: It just seems so wrong.
Sheriff Hoyt: Don't give me any crap, young lady. Goddamn it, I got just as much respect for a dead body as anybody around here.
Andy: Yo, Kemp, can you do something about the A.C. back here? I'm melting.
Kemper: No. But if you or Pepper get too hot, you could always take your clothes off.
Andy: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Erin: You are such a perv. Don't listen to him, Pepper.
Pepper: Why not? I think he's
funny.
Erin: She's only known you for 19 hours. I've lived with him for 3 years, and trust me, he is not funny.
Sheriff Hoyt: How about giving me a hand here, asshole? You don't expect me to do this by myself? I need some help.
Andy: Why do I always get yanked into this shit? What am I doing?
Sheriff Hoyt: Lift her up and just kind of pull her over your way there. She ain't gonna bite you. She's deader than a goddamn doornail. Get a-hold of
her and pick her up.
Old Monty: What the hell are you doing in my house?
Andy: All right, look. We're just looking for are friend, all right. Then we'll be out of here.
Old Monty: You ain't running things, boy except your mouth.
Andy: This guy's crazy.
Old Monty: You little turd, you're so dead, you don't
even know it.
Henrietta: [Hangs up the phone] I've got to go. Bye.
[Looks at Erin]
Henrietta: Something the matter, child? You don't look so good.
Erin: I thought you said you didn't have a phone.
Erin: [Watches Henrietta cradle the baby after she discovered that it was related to the hitch-hiker] That's not your
baby.
[pause]
Erin: YOU STOLE HER!
Henrietta: She's MINE.
[Erin starts feeling an overwhelming emotion of everything that's been going on in combination of the drugged-up tea. She walks a little ways through the hallway, into the living room and then faints]