Henryville

Detective Mitchell:
A bar is a better sanctuary than church, my Pop used to say. There's not a problem in the world that a beautiful drink and a stiff woman couldn't solve.

The Sheriff:
I clocked you at 56 miles an hour. The speed limit here in Henryville is 55. I'm gonna have to write you a ticket.

Detective Mitchell:
This guy was a bozo. A freak of nature. A screwball with a cerebellum the size of a pimple.

The Sheriff:
Oh! Look what we've got here... a 1952 Beretta 9mm automatic handgun! Whadda we doing here? Out hunting wild geese this weekend?

Detective Mitchell:
Southern cops are an unusual breed. Maybe they all breast-fed til they were eighteen.

Detective Mitchell:
What am I being arrested for? Taking a dump?

The Sheriff:
Yup! Ya' know what they're gonna do? They're gonna grease up your anus - they're gonna tack a big ol' centerfold of a p*ssy to your back - and every time its the same... I've seen 'em come - I've seen 'em go... everybody just wants a little piece of ya.

Detective Mitchell:
I dunno what it was about this chick. But I would've driven her to Alaska - and back, for an ice cream.

Detective Mitchell:
She had a body like an Amtrak train. With legs from here - to infinity.

Detective Mitchell:
I felt naked without my gun. God knows, there's only one thing in the world I do without my gun.

Detective Mitchell:
Not that I don't like chocolate syrup on my high heels, but you were different.

Infinity:
Do you always have sex with your clothes on?