Louise: I'm in deep shit, Jimmy. Deep Shit, Arkansas.
Louise: You know, certain words and phrases just keep drifting through my mind. Things like, incarceration, cavity search, death by electrocution, life imprisonment, shit like that. You know what I'm sayin'? So do I want to come out alive? I don't know. I... I don't know. I think we're gonna have to think about that.
Louise: You let her go, you fuckin' asshole, or I'm gonna splatter your ugly face all over this nice car.
Thelma: I don't remember ever feeling this awake.
J.D.: Well, now, I've always believed that done properly, armed robbery doesn't have to be a totally unpleasant experience.
Thelma: Louise, no matter what happens, I'm glad I came with you.
Thelma: Wait. What? You wanna go to Mexico from Oklahoma, but you don't wanna go through Texas?
Louise: Thelma, you know how I feel about Texas! We're not going that way.
Thelma: Yeah, I know, Louise, but we're running for our lives. I mean, can't you make an exception? I mean, look at the map! The only thing between Oklahoma and Mexico is Texas! Look.
Louise: Well, we're not in the middle of nowhere, but we can see it from here.
Louise: Well, you get what you settle for.
Max: Uh, yeah, well, if she calls, just be gentle. You know, like, you're really happy to hear from her. Like you really miss her. Women love that shit.
Lena, the Waitress: Neither of those two was the murdering type, Hal.
Thelma: Come on, Louise. Don't blow it.
Louise: Look, Thelma, you just gotta stop talking to people. You gotta stop being so open. We're fugitives now, all right? Let's start behaving like that.
Louise: Is he your husband or your father?
Louise: Oh, darlin', I'm so happy for you. That's great. I really am. You finally got laid properly. That's so sweet.
Max: You know, the one thing I can't figure out is whether these girls are real smart or just real, real lucky?
Hal: Don't matter. Brains'll only get you so far and luck always runs out.