When a promised job for Texan Michael fails to materialise in Wyoming, Mike is mistaken by Wayne to be the hitman he hired to kill his unfaithful wife, Suzanne. Mike takes full advantage of... See full summary »

[last lines]
Michael Williams: Adios, Red Rock.
Michael Williams: The story of my life.
Lyle: [Eats a sandwich belonging to a man he just shot in the forehead] Mm... it's TURKEY!... one of my favorites.
Lyle: You must be Suzanne. You look pretty enough to eat.
Lyle: [Hitman Lyle from Dallas finds Michael laying down in the middle of the road] What the fuck are you doing?
Michael Williams: My car broke down.
Lyle: Where? I don't see a car.
Michael Williams: It's just over that ridge.
Lyle: 'Just over that ridge', huh? Well you're one lucky son of a bitch, aren't you? If I hadn't had my brakes just done, I'd be picking your brains out of my radiator. Fuck.
Michael Williams: Look, I hate to ask you this, but do you think you could give me a ride?
Lyle: I don't know. You're not dangerous, are you?
Lyle: Wayne? She got away. The cowboy was here, they got the jump on me.
Wayne: Do you know where they went?
Lyle: Hell, no. How could I? I've been staring at my eyelids for the last hour and a half.
Truck Driver: [points gun at Michael's head] Does that tickle? 'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger! What the hell are you doing on my truck?
Michael Williams: Sorry boss, I didn't mean to scare 'ya.
Truck Driver: [Smiles and points the gun closer] Do I look scared to you? What the hell are you doing on my truck?
Michael Williams: I was just trying to ditch my old lady.
Truck Driver: You were WHAT?
Michael Williams: Yeah, she caught me in the barn, and I wasn't supposed to be there, and she started sproutin' horns and shit.
Truck Driver: Bullshit. Bullshit.
[cocks gun and smiles]
Truck Driver: Look at that uncontrolled response to bullshit. I hate it when that happens!
Michael Williams: Yeah, I don't like it either, but I had to get the hell out of there.
Truck Driver: So you just climbed up on my truck?
Michael Williams: Yeah.
Truck Driver: That's kind of stupid, isn't it?
Michael Williams: Yeah, well, you haven't met my wife. She's spooky.
Truck Driver: Yeah? Yeah? You're lying to me. Get off my truck. Come on, get off.
[truck driver goes back inside his vehicle and offers Michael a lift]
Michael Williams: [Michael climbs off the truck] Oh, man.
Lyle: Don't piss on the seat, even if they did. It's bad luck.
Suzanne: Have you ever been married?
Michael Williams: No.
Suzanne: It does strange things to people.