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A former DEA agent moves his family to a quiet town, where he soon tangles with a local meth druglord.
Phil Broker: Come on, look around: beautiful house, horse trails, river in the back yard. Seriously, what else could we ask for? Maddy Broker: WiFi.
Phil Broker: Whatever you're thinking, rethink it.
Maddy Broker: Dad, were you scared today? The truth. Phil Broker: There's nothin' wrong with being a little scared. Maddy Broker: Then why didn't you look scared? Phil Broker: Lots of practice.
Phil Broker: [taking him down hard] You smell the wood burning, Bodine? Now you connecting the dots?
[last lines] Phil Broker: [on the prison visitor's phone] See you on the outside, Danny. I'll be waiting.
Phil Broker: You'll be okay, Teedo. Teedo: [bleeding] Fuckin' rednecks!
Lewis: Gator'd be pissed if we did something really fucking stupid. Phil Broker: He must be pissed at you two quite a lot.
Morgan 'Gator' Bodine: I dont want that NARC messin' up my business.
[first lines] 'Danny T' Turrie: This will make me happy. Jojo Turrie: How much should we cook? 'Danny T' Turrie: This batch will yield 30 pounds.
Teedo: In case you got any interest, Gator eats breakfast nearly every day at Lion's cafe, just like me. Now, he don't look like much or nothin', but you remember what I told you, he ain't true. Crazy, waitin' to happen.