Tommy:
Put in another quarter and try again...
Audrey:
Tucson's the weird capital of the world... WEIRD.
Alice:
I AM a singer.
David:
So who's stoppin' ya?... Pack yer bags; I'll take you to Monterey... I don't give a damn about that ranch.
Tommy Hyatt:
Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog.
Alice:
I don't sing with my ass!
Tommy:
Mom, are we in Arizona yet?
Alice:
If you ask me that one more time, I'm gonna beat you to death. Just sit back there and relax and enjoy life, huh?
Tommy:
Life is short.
Alice:
So are you.
Tommy:
Life is short.
Alice:
Yeah, well, so are you.
Flo:
She went to shit and the hogs ate her!
Audrey:
[
as Audrey is leaving the police station] So long, suckers!
[
last lines]
Tommy:
[
final lines] You really love David, don't you?
Alice:
Yep, I do.
Tommy:
Yeah, I like him too, I just hate his taste in music. He always said you could fight with somebody and still like him.
Alice:
Hey, now you're using your old noggin! Thanks pal!
[
hugs and kisses]
Alice:
My boy!
Tommy:
Mom, mom, I can't breathe!
Alice:
Mott the Hoople AGAIN?
Tommy:
[
to Alice, disparaging David's style of music] Shit-kicking! shit-kicking! shit-kicking!
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