Llewelyn Moss: If I don't come back, tell mother I love her.Carla Jean Moss: Your mother's dead, Llewelyn.Llewelyn Moss: Well then I'll tell her myself.
Sporting Goods Clerk: Tent poles?Llewelyn Moss: Mmm-hmm.Sporting Goods Clerk: You already have a tent?Llewelyn Moss: Well, somethin' like that.Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, you give me the model number on the tent, I can order you the poles.Llewelyn Moss: Nah, never mind. I want a tent.Sporting Goods Clerk: Well, what kinda tent?Llewelyn Moss: The kind with the most poles.
Here last week they found this couple out in California. They rent out rooms for old people, kill'em, bury'em in the yard, cash their social security checks. Well, they'd tortur'em first, I don't know why. Maybe the television set was broke.