Karl Childers: I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody.
Doyle: What are you doing with that blade, there, Karl?
Karl: I aim to kill you with it, mmm hmm.
Charles Bushman: So, you were out there in the real world,
huh? What's it like out there? Karl Childers: Too big.
Carl: Not funny "ha ha," funny queer.
Karl: Some people call it hell, I call it Hades.
Karl: Some people call it a sling blade. I call it a kaiser
Frank: I like the way you talk. Karl: Well I like the way
Karl Childers: Coffee makes me nervous when I drink it.
Karl: I studied on it. Studied on it quite a bit.
Linda Wheatley: Karl, you know what? Melinda here was voted
employee of the month at the dollar store last February.
Isn't that something? Karl Childers: Yes ma'am, I reckon.
Melinda: Well, when you like pricing items as much as I
do, it's just bound to happen sooner or later, I guess.
Doyle: What am I supposed to do about supper while you're
out runnin' around with that fag? Linda: You're not cripple,
get in there and make it yourself. Doyle: Talkin' back and
everything. That kinda makes me horny, Linda. Linda: Frank,
maybe you better go play in your room if Doyle's gonna talk
nasty. Frank: I don't wanna go play in my room. Doyle: He
don't wanna go play in his room.
Karl: That boy lives inside his own heart. That's an awful
big place to be.
Karl Childers: I reckon, I'm gonna have to get used to lookin'
at pretty people.
Vaughan Cunningham: You seem like a thinker. You seem to
always be deep in thought. So what are you thinking right
now? Karl Childers: I'm thinking I could use some more o'
that potted meat, if you have any extry.