Boot Salesman: How those Larry's holdin' up?Llewelyn Moss: Uh, oh, good. Good! I need everything else.Boot Salesman: OK.Llewelyn Moss: Lotta people come in here without any clothes on?Boot Salesman: No sir, it's unusual.
But I think once you quit hearing "sir" and "ma'am," the rest is soon to foller.
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.
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.