Red Rock West

Lyle:
[finding Michael laying down in the middle of the road] What the f*** are you doing?

Michael:
My car broke down.

Lyle:
Where? I don't see a car.

Michael:
It's just over that ridge.

Lyle:
'Just over that ridge', huh? Well you're one lucky son of a b*tch, aren't you? If I hadn't had my brakes just done, I'd be picking your brains out of my radiator. F***.

Michael:
Look, I hate to ask you this, but do you think you could give me a ride?

Lyle:
I don't know. You're not dangerous, are you?

Suzanne:
Have you ever been married?

Michael:
No.

Suzanne:
It does strange things to people.

Truck Driver:
[points gun at Michael's head] Does that tickle? 'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger! What the hell are you doing on my truck?

Michael:
Sorry boss, I didn't mean to scare 'ya.

Truck Driver:
[Smiles and points the gun closer] Do I look scared to you? What the hell are you doing on my truck?

Michael:
I was just trying to ditch my old lady.

Truck Driver:
You were WHAT?

Michael:
Yeah, she caught me in the barn, and I wasn't supposed to be there, and she started sproutin' horns and sh*t.

Truck Driver:
Bullshit. Bullshit. [c*cks gun and smiles] Look at that uncontrolled response to bullshit. I hate it when that happens!

Michael:
Yeah, I don't like it either, but I had to get the hell out of there.

Truck Driver:
So you just climbed up on my truck?

Michael:
Yeah.

Truck Driver:
That's kind of stupid, isn't it?

Michael:
Yeah, well, you haven't met my wife. She's spooky.

Truck Driver:
Yeah? Yeah? You're lying to me. Get off my truck. Come on, get off. [truck driver goes back inside his vehicle and offers Michael a lift]

Michael:
[Michael climbs off the truck] Oh, man.

Lyle:
Wayne? She got away. The cowboy was here, they got the jump on me.

Wayne:
Do you know where they went?

Lyle:
Hell, no. How could I? I've been staring at my eyelids for the last hour and a half.

Lyle:
I nearly greased your can back there. The least I can do is buy you a beer.

Michael:
Thanks but I should get my car, you've done enough already.

Lyle:
Now I said I'd help you get your car.

Michael:
Really, it's okay.

Lyle:
You don't wanna drink with me? I'm not good enough to buy you a beer?

Lyle:
I knew a guy like you once. Thought he was better than everybody else. That's it ain't it Mike? You think you're better than me, don't you?

Michael:
Why don't you just blow me?

Lyle:
Ohhh, you think you're real hot sh*t don't ya Mike? Huh? Well who's got the gun cowboy?

Michael:
Is there a problem officer?

Deputy Greytack:
Yeah. Looks like we have an attempted homicide on our hands.

Michael:
Homicide? What are you talkin' about, it was an accident.

Deputy Greytack:
[holds up bullets] Well then how do you explain these...?

Doctor:
He's been shot twice in the stomach.

Lyle:
Suzanne... why you're as pretty as the Everglades. You're pretty near good enough to eat!

Lyle:
Don't piss on the seat, even if they did. It's bad luck.