Sling Blade

Marsha Dwiggins: Will you ever kill anyone again, Karl? Karl Childers: I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm.

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Doyle Hargraves: Hey is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs shit in his hair and all that, 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time eatin' 'round that kind of thing now. Just like I am with antique furniture and midgets. You know that, I can't so much as drink a damn glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture. Linda Wheatley: Doyle, you're awful. You shouldn't be that way. Doyle: I ain't saying it's right, I'm just telling the damn truth. He'll make me sick. I know it.

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Doyle Hargraves: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet? Karl Childers: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm hmm. Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.

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Frosty Cream Boy: Can I help you, sir? Can I help you, sir? Karl Childers: I was kinda wantin' somethin' 'nother to eat, mmm-hmm. Frosty Cream Boy: Well, uh, what would you like? Karl: You got any biscuits for sale in there? Frosty Cream Boy: Well no. This here is a Frosty Cream. We don't serve biscuits. We got a lot of other stuff, though. Karl: What you got in there that's good to eat? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, we got Big Chief burgers, Bongo burgers, foot longs, corny dogs, Frosty shakes, creamy bars. Uh, did you want me to go through the whole list? Karl: Reckon what you like to eat in there? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, the french fries are pretty good. Karl: French fried potaters? Frosty Cream Boy: Yup, the french fries. Karl: How much you want for 'em? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, they're 60 for the medium and 75 for large. Karl: I reckon I'll have me some of the big uns. Frosty Cream Boy: Alright then, one large french fries?

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Vaughan Cunningham: You seem like a thinker, you know. You seem to always be deep in thought. Okay, tell me something. What are you thinking right now? Karl Childers: I was thinking um, I'm gonna take some of these potaters home with me. Vaughan: Oh. How about before that? Karl: Let me think, mmm. Before that I was thinking I could use me another six or eight cans of that potted meat if you got any extra, mmm.

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Frank Wheatley: You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up? Karl Childers: I had one there for a little while. But, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it. Frank: Why not? It die? Karl: Yes, Sir. Frank: Why? Karl: It got born too early. My mother and father made it come out too early some how or other. Frank: So it died when it came out? Karl: My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw it away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in it. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in there. The towel was all bloody-like all around it there. It was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel. Frank: A girl or a boy? Karl: It was a little ol' boy. Frank: You threw it in the trash barrel? Karl: Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws and whatnot that were in it and

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