Keith, you're late, which doesn't surprise me because you're a bad person.
He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.
And when a person is culpable to altar-boy-fucking, or any kinda boy-fucking, 'cause I know you guys didn't really narrow that down... then you kinda forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me or my life, or my daughter, or my billboards. So why don't you just finish up your tea there, Father, and get the fuck outta my kitchen.
— Tell me, Skip, is the U. S. Marshal Service in the habit of employing annoying, wiseass bookworm creeps?
— Larkin's one of the best we got.
— Yeah, well, I'd still like to crush his larynx with my boot.