- Slaughter: [Slaughter's girl is wound up about him getting hurt] Now, you gettin' all wired up ain't gonna help nothing... So why don't you go back on outside, and give the customers another look at your pretty face?
- Marcia: You know, that's what gets me about you, Slaughter... You're so goddammed cool!
- [She storms out]
- Duncan: I got a payroll makes the Pentagon look like a nickel and dime operation. And you guys are getting fat in the sun; playing cards, telling jokes. Great! I'd like to refresh your memories: you were hired to give me some protection, a little peace and quiet. I got half this town on the payroll - cash, hard cash. To get blasted by a couple of maniacs? Well, money won't buy you brains. Get out! Out!
- Slaughter: [to his girl] I'm Slaughter, baby... The baddest cat that ever walked the earth... And besides, I'm gonna do it to them before they do it to me... You can bet your money on that.
- Joe Creole: [to his girls] If I catch ya sittin' on the job when you're supposed to be layin', I'm gonna leap down your throat and snatch out your tonsils and stomp on 'em, and watch ya do a tan... go.
- Mario Burtoli: [Slaughter has Mario by the throat] Hey, who the hell are you man?
- Slaughter: I'm the guy asking the questions.
- Slaughter: [Slaughter catches Kirk trying to escape] All right, Sucka, you wanna get killed?... Woman Killer!... I'm gonna kill ya.
- Kirk: [Kirk and Johnny grab Slaughter, and get his gun] Now don't try anything, Slaughter... Johnny here hasn't missed in a long time, and he hates niggers much more than me.
- Joe Creole: [to Slaughter after looking at the plans to break into Duncan's safe] Man, this is like dropping a quarter in the preacher's plate, and palming a five.
- Kirk: [Kirk forces Slaughter and Marcia to drive over the cliff] Last chance, niggers... Over the cliff.
- Kirk: [to Marcia after she starts up the car that will go over a cliff] Straight road, sweetheart... One way street, you and your daddy are going for a swim.
- Slaughter: [to Harvey] There better be a Harry Akers, and I better find him... If I don't I'll be back.
- Jimmy Parker: [Slaughter has Jimmy's head in front of a whirling propeller, and is ready to stick his head in] He's gonna cut my fuckin' head off!
- Harvey Parker: Yeah, he's gonna cut your fuckin' head off!
- Jimmy Parker: [Slaughter is holding Jimmy Parker's head close to a whirring propeller] Talk to him, you son-of-a-bitch!
- Harvey Parker: [to Slaughter] Who the hell are you?
- Jimmy Parker: WHO GIVES A SHIT!