L.A. screenwriter David Sumner relocates with his wife to her hometown in the deep South. There, while tensions build between them, a brewing conflict with locals becomes a threat to them both.

[last lines]
Henry Niles: I don't know my way home.
David Sumner: That's okay. I don't either.
David Sumner: Hey Charlie, there is something in the Bible I do believe.
Charlie: Whats that, sir.
David Sumner: "Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife."
Charlie: I believe in that, too. But what happens when thy neighbor's wife covets you?
Charlie: You want your glasses. Go ahead put 'em on, I want you to see what's coming, David...
Tom Hedden: I'll have an answer, or I'll have blood!
[singing in a bar]
Tom Hedden, Charlie Venner: Now some men goes for women, and some men goes for boys. But My love's warm and beautiful, and makes a baah-ing noise.
Tom Hedden: John Niles; come to me then.
John Niles: Is this for a drink then, Tom?
Tom Hedden: This is for the truth. Your brother; been hangin' around the girls again. You'd better keep a closer watch or we'll be puttin' him away!
David Sumner: Baby. You don't have to learn chess to please me.
Amy Sumner: I'm not learning chess to please you, baby. I'm learning so I can kick your *ass*.
David Sumner: Just so you know, somebody broke into our house and killed our cat.
Chris: What makes you think Flutie was killed? Didn't just die.
David Sumner: Well, generally cats don't hang themselves.
Amy Sumner: Those straw dogs were practically licking my body outside, so...
David Sumner: I applaud their good taste.
Amy Sumner: It's not funny.
David Sumner: We'll, maybe you should wear a bra.
Reverend Barney Hood: Radiation. That's an unfortunate dispensation.
David Sumner: Surely is. Yes, indeed.
Reverend Barney Hood: As long as it's not another bomb.
Reverend Barney Hood: You're a scientist - can you deny the responsibility?
David Sumner: Can you?
David Sumner: After all, there's never been a kingdom given to so much bloodshed as that of Christ.
Reverend Barney Hood: [beat] That's Montesquieu, isn't it?
David Sumner: Oh, really?
Louise Hood: Who's he?
Reverend Barney Hood: Somebody well worth reading.
Charlie: Son of a bitch got some man in him after all. Alright, lets end this.
Amy Sumner: There are five men with guns outside.
Norman: See there Mr. Sumner, you ain't the only one with a trophy wife. Only difference is, mine's for third place.
Kristen: [very pregnant] Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing he's ever said. That and, "You're what?"
Charlie: [first lines... as Norm takes butchering saw to still live deer] Norm. What are you doing, man? Geez.
David Sumner: [to Amy] Get your daddy's gun and shoot anyone that's not me.
David Sumner: I'll bet that was your daddy's chair.
Amy Sumner: Every chair was my daddy's chair.
David Sumner: Why don't you grow up?
Amy Sumner: I'm trying to!
[last lines]
David Sumner: I got 'em all.
David Sumner: Ok, you've had your fun. I'll give you one more chance, and if you don't clear out now, there'll be real trouble. I mean it.
David Sumner: Jesus. I got 'em all!
Amy Sumner: David, give Niles to them. That's what they want. They just want him. Give them Niles, David!
David Sumner: They'll beat him to death.
Amy Sumner: I don't care! Get him out!
David Sumner: You really don't care, do you?
Amy Sumner: No, I don't.
David Sumner: No. I care. This is where I live. This is me. I will not allow violence against this house.
Riddaway: I didn't reckon on nobody getting killed, Norman.
Norman Scutt: Yeah, well, that's too bad. We're all in it now. Accessories, we are.
Charlie Venner: That's the law.
David Sumner: [after listening to Amy calling the cat] Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, shit!
Reverend Barney Hood: And now for my next trick, the piece de resistance, I present to you an empty glass. I will now fill this glass with milk.
Chris Cawsey: Would it work better with whiskey, Vicar?
Reverend Barney Hood: Nothing works better with whiskey.
Tom Hedden: I do.
Reverend Barney Hood: You've never worked a day in your life, Tom.
David Sumner: You act like you're fourteen years old.
Amy Sumner: I am fourteen years old.
David Sumner: Wanna try for twelve?
Amy Sumner: [Chews gum]
David Sumner: How about eight? I freak out for eight year olds.
Charlie: You don't think God had anything to do helping the Ruskies?
David Sumner: God?
Charlie: Yeah.
David Sumner: U-u-h...
Charlie: Why is that funny?
David Sumner: That God would help a nation of atheists?
Charlie: He works in mysterious ways.
David Sumner: Most dangerous line ever uttered.