— How much these billboards cost?
— About the same as a tractor-trailer.
— And What the fuck is going on with these fucking billboards, Mildred?
— Kinda self-explanatory.
— Well, why don't you just explain it to me?
— Guess it ain't self-explanatory, then. Well, you know, I guess I wanted certain people's minds kept on certain people's jobs, is all. I hadn't heard from them in seven goddamn months. I tell you this, I've heard an awful lot from them since I put them billboards up.
— You think this has focused their minds? Mmm? I'll tell you what it's focused their minds on. It's focused their minds on how exactly are they gonna fuck you up.
— The more you keep a case in the public eye, the better your chances are of getting it solved. It's in all the guidebooks, Charlie.
Robbie Hayes: — How's Penelope?
Charlie Hayes: — Huh? She's all right.
Robbie Hayes: — Why don't you invite her in? Save leaving her sitting out there.
Mildred Hayes: — She here?
Charlie Hayes: — She's out in the car.
Mildred Hayes: — Oh, that explains it.
Charlie Hayes: — That explains what?
Mildred Hayes: — I know I smelt something.
