Rick: Jesus, Bob, you never told us anything about not mentioning dogs.
Bob: The reason nobody mentioned dogs, Rick, is that to mention the dog would have been a hex in itself.
Rick: All right, well, now we are on the subject, are there an other stupid things we aren't supposed to mention that will affect our future?
Bob: All these kids, they're all TV babies. Watching people killing and fucking each other on the boob tube for so long it's all they know. Hell, they think it's legal. They think it's the right thing to do.
Bob: A sheriff's convention no less! Why couldn't it have been a Tupperware convention?
Bob: You just put a 30 day hex on us, that's what you did. Our luck just flew out the window for the next thirty days.
Tom the Priest: I predict in the near future right-wingers will use drug hysteria as a pretext to set up an international police apparatus.
Diane: This just isn't like him. Bob's like a rabbit, in and out and no nonsense. That goes for a lot more than a hospital pharmacy.
Tom the Priest: Narcotics have been systematically scapegoated and demonized.
Diane: You won't fuck me and I always have to drive.
Bobby: There's nothing more life-affirming than getting the shit kicked outta ya'.
Bob: I knew it in my heart. You can buck the system but you can't buck the dark forces that lie hidden beneath the surface. The ones some people call superstitions.
Bob: Well, to begin with, nobody, and I mean nobody, can talk a junkie out of using. You can talk to 'em for years but sooner or later they're gonna get ahold of something. Maybe it's not dope. Maybe it's booze, maybe it's glue, maybe it's gasoline. Maybe it's a gunshot to the head. But something. Something to relieve the pressures of their everyday life, like having to tie their shoes.
Bob: Alright everybody just act cool. Like we just got back from church.
