A man searches for his missing wife after his car breaks down in the middle of the desert.

Amy: [reading a doughnut package] If you win this mail-in contest, you can choose between 90,000 dollars, or 90,000 donuts. What would you do with 90,000 donuts?
Red: You're a tough man to get a hold of, Jeffery.
Jeff: What do you want?
Red: It's not what I want, it's what you want, and how bad you want it. 'Cause it's gonna cost you. Can't show it to you right now, but it's about 5'5", 115 pounds, three or four of that just pure tit. Nice curly brown hair, upstairs and down. Interested?
Billy, Gang Member: [to Jeff] You the fella looking for his wife?
Billy, Gang Member: [to Jeff] If some hotshot fuck like you ain't watching his bottom line, it'd be the FIRST time in history!
Earl: What a man needs out here is a CB radio.
Jeff Taylor: Is that right?
Earl: 'Course, if you use a CB, you gotta have a handle. I'm thinking for you, "Shit For Brains."
Red: [Jeff forces Red and his family to get into the cellar] You better remember this, fella cuz no matter where you go...
Jeff: You fuck!
[kicks him in the face, sending him falling down the cellar]
Red Barr: Now, before you get any half-baked ideas about calling in the cavalry, just remember we're gonna be watching you every step of the way. And we'll be listening to our police scanners. And if we see anything unusual, an unmarked car or truck, or if we see you talking to anyone who even remotely smells like a cop... well, you can just keep your fucking money, Jeff, and I'll keep your wife. And I'll mail you pieces of her from time to time.
Jeff: [pointing a gun at Red] You'd better pray she's still alive.

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