- Deputy Burt: Now, what's your name?
- Dinah Hunter: Hunter. Dinah Hunter.
- Deputy Burt: You got some I.D.?
- Dinah Hunter: Yes. Actually, no, it was my purse and it was stolen.
- Deputy Burt: [unconvinced] Oh?
- Dinah Hunter: Two kids stole my purse.
- Deputy Burt: [still unconvined] Okay, okay, okay.
- Dinah Hunter: Goddamnit...!
- Deputy Burt: Hey, now you watch your mouth! There ain't no need to take the lord's name in vain, you hear?
- Dinah Hunter: Yeah. Look, just call my sister.
- Deputy Burt: No, I ain't calling nobody's sister nowhere!
- Dinah Hunter: You don't understand!
- Deputy Burt: I understand! I understand that you ain't got no I.D. I understand that a citizen of the county said you tried to assault him.
- Dinah Hunter: That's not true.
- Deputy Burt: Well, which ain't true?
- Dinah Hunter: Assault.
- Deputy Burt: [unconvinced] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Dinah Hunter: Jesus Christ...!
- Deputy Burt: [angrily] Hey, I'm not about to tell you one more time! You shut that tramp yap of yours!
- [he forcibly drags Dinah towards the door]
- Deputy Burt: Now you come with me. In the morning, the sheriff will straighten this out. Oh, God, I forgot why I stopped by. I promised Elders, I'd thank you personally for the soda pop at Gloria's picnic. That was mighty nice of you.
- Dan Oldum (Bartender): [nervously] Anytime. Say hello to Reverend Coby for me.
- Deputy Burt: I sure will. Thanks, again.
- Dinah Hunter: [to Deputy Burt] You don't understand.
- [as they leave, Dan sits down on the bar stool and feels like he narrowly dodged a bullet]
- Mr. Blight: [Dinah and the advertising executives are watching a commercial in a screening room. Mr. Bigelow, the head of the agency, is siting in his chair speechless] Well, J.C., what do you think?
- Mr. Bigelow: What do I think about what?
- Dinah Hunter: About the commercial.
- Mr. Bigelow: To tell the truth, I don't know what to say. I guess it's too feminine.
- Dinah Hunter: Feminine? It's a commercial for a woman's sanitary napkin. What did you have in mind, a testimonial for Joe Namath?
- Mr. Bigelow: [gets up from his chair] Tell me, Miz Hunter. Do you consider what I just saw to be a great commercial?
- Dinah Hunter: It's Miss Hunter and the answer is no. I think it does the job.
- Mr. Bigelow: I don't. Besides, they'd never run that spot. It's too erotic. All the neighing and the girl on the horse. It's blatantly sexual.
- Dinah Hunter: A woman riding a horse.
- Mr. Bigelow: [laughs] Don't tell me you're so naive, you don't know what they say about women on horses?
- Dinah Hunter: [laughs] For God's sake, Jesus...
- Mr. Bigelow: You ought to try it sometime, it might relieve you of that hostility.
- Dinah Hunter: [offended and stands up] How dare you!
- Mr. Cooper: Excuse me, I hate to bring it up, now, but we have a October four air date and if this spot is dead, what do we run in its place?
- Mr. Blight: Well, we can rerun Blue Sunday.
- Mr. Bigelow: Yes, we could, but I'm sure that wouldn't suit Miss Hunter, would it?
- Dinah Hunter: It's your money.
- Mr. Bigelow: You're damn right it is, girly, and I made it because I know what women want to be told.
- Dinah Hunter: I find that very difficult to believe.
- Mr. Bigelow: Oh, what do you find very difficult to believe?
- Dinah Hunter: That you can communicate with women at all. Considering how very little you know about them.
- Mr. Bigelow: [impatiently, to Mr. Blight] Goddamn it, Sam. I'm warning you. I'm getting sick and tired of that little lady telling me what to do with my product!
- Dinah Hunter: Believe me, Mr. Bigelow, if I weren't such a little lady, I'd tell you precisely what to do with your product!
- Mr. Cooper: Dinah!
- [Dinah storms out of the room]
- Dinah Hunter: [Dinah arrives home looking for David] David? David?
- [David and a younger woman, nude but wrapped in a towel, show up at the back screen door. Seeing Dinah, the girls walks off]
- Dinah Hunter: I told you if this would happen again, we're through.
- David: Well, okay, we're through.
- [Dinah walks towards the kitchen]
- David: Look, let me explain. Will you let me explain? I can explain it to you if you just give me a chance to explain it. That's Candy. Candy, remember? Bernie's friend? He called from Chicago. She's tapped. They threw her out of her apartment.
- Dinah Hunter: So you have to open up a day camp for a bus stop starlet?
- David: Would you stop being unreasonable?
- Dinah Hunter: Unreasonable?
- David: Yes. Yes.
- Dinah Hunter: Is that really being reasonable?
- David: Look, do you honestly think that girl means anything to me?
- Dinah Hunter: She means a hell of a lot to me, David. They all have.
- [starts unpacking her groceries]
- David: I love you.
- Dinah Hunter: That doesn't work anymore.
- David: But I do. I will take Candy down and get her a motel room, okay?
- Dinah Hunter: Get one for yourself, too, okay? For tonight.
- David: In case you forgot, this is my house.
- Dinah Hunter: I haven't forgotten, you've never let me forget. I'm gonna go.
- David: No. Cool it. Look, just stay here. Do me a favor. Just sleep on it.
- Dinah Hunter: I've been sleeping on it every night, for the last two years.
- David: Look, you can do anything you want, because I don't care!
- [walks off]
- Dinah Hunter: I know you don't.
- Sheriff Dempsey: [looking over Coley's warrant files] Says here you wanted for murder in Texas? Says a fella caught you trying to steal his melons you hauled off and shot him. Now, is that true?
- Coley Blake: If that's what it says.
- Sheriff Dempsey: Well, that's what it says, all right! Did you?
- Coley Blake: What difference does it make?
- Sheriff Dempsey: Well, it don't make squat to me, boy, but going by this here record of yours, I'd say it's gonna make one hell of a big difference to you. Holy shit! You sure are some gas, aren't you? God almighty, you've got more time in than out. And by the way, that fella you were with, Vincent LePardo, that got shot? FBI doesn't seem to be able to find any record of his kin? Did he have any?
- Coley Blake: I don't know.
- Sheriff Dempsey: You don't know? Well, if we can't find his folks, I guess we're just gonna have to dump him in a hole somewhere.
- Coley Blake: That's your problem.
- Sheriff Dempsey: Huh.
- Deputy Lyle Peters: Want me to book him on the hijacking, Sheriff?
- Sheriff Dempsey: Oh, yeah, might as well. Go right ahead, but it don't make no difference, anyways. Them folks from Laredo are already on their way up here with extradition papers.
- Deputy Lyle Peters: So?
- Sheriff Dempsey: So... he don't understand, does he?
- Deputy Lyle Peters: He doesn't understand what?
- Sheriff Dempsey: Well, this old boy ain't coming out. They're gonna stick his ass in a Texas calf for life and a day. You ready for that? You ready for life and a day?
- Coley Blake: I'll play what's dealt.
- Sheriff Dempsey: Yeah, well, we'll see, old boy. We'll see.
- Dinah Hunter: [after stopping at Bobby Ray and Lola's destination] Well, you're going north and I'm turning here.
- Bobby Ray: I really wish you were going to Alaska.
- Dinah Hunter: Well, I'm not. Good luck.
- Bobby Ray: Thank you.
- Dinah Hunter: [noticing Bobby Ray and Lola are not getting out] You waiting for something?
- Bobby Ray: Well, I was just thinking, if you were going to Alaska, we can give you a lift on the way.
- Dinah Hunter: Like I said, I'm not going.
- Bobby Ray: [chuckles] Yeah. Yeah, that's a funny thing. It's a mighty long walk to New York City.
- Dinah Hunter: Aren't you a little confused? I'm the one with the car.
- Lola: [points a gun at Dinah] No, ma'am, he ain't confused. It's YOU what's confused!
- [fires a warning shot, spooking Dinah]
- Bobby Ray: [to Dinah] Get out of the car!
- [Dinah gets out and backs away as Bobby Ray holds her at gunpoint]
- Bobby Ray: Go on, move!
- Lola: You gonna waste her, huh, Bobby Ray? Are you?
- Bobby Ray: I don't know. You think I should?
- Lola: Yeah, of course. Waste her ass.
- Bobby Ray: Move over by that tree.
- [Dinah does not move]
- Bobby Ray: I SAID, MOVE!
- Dinah Hunter: Don't kill me.
- Bobby Ray: [laughs] You know, maybe I like killing people. Did you ever think of that?
- Dinah Hunter: Look, take my car, my money, my purse. Just don't kill me.
- Bobby Ray: Turn around.
- Dinah Hunter: Please don't kill me.
- Bobby Ray: You want to see it coming?
- [Dinah turns around and Bobby Ray knocks her to the ground]