[Talking to a psychiatric patient on the phone.] Melissa: She didn't marry your penis. ...Okay, she didn't marry only your penis.
[Crying with fright after a pair of tornadoes spun their truck around a few times] Melissa: When you used to tell me that you chase tornadoes, deep down I thought it was just a metaphor.
Dusty: "The Suck Zone." It's the point basically when the twister... sucks you up. That's not the technical term for it, obviously.
[Spotting a tornado.] Beltzer: That's no moon, that's a space station!
Rabbit: Uh... yeah, trust me. Rabbit is good, Rabbit is wise.
Jo: Can I drive? Bill: NO! Jo: Then would you? Bill: [noticing truck going off the road] WHOA!
Dusty: Red meat, we crave sustenance!
[Bill needs Jo's signature on divorce papers.] Jo: So you want the papers? Bill: I did drive all the way out here for 'em. Jo: They're signed and ready. Bill: Good, good. Let's see 'em. Jo: Do you need them right this second? Bill: Well, it'd be nice. Jo: What's the urgent urgency? You act like you're getting married. Bill: I am. Jo: [after a shocked pause] Wow. Bill: Yeah. Jo: Is it Melinda? Bill: Melissa. Jo: Wasn't there a Melinda in there somewhere? Bill: No, there's only been Melissa since you. Jo: Boy, not much for browsing are you?