Rita Glossner: 'Kay, turn right up ahead.
Frankie: But that takes us onto the highway.
Rita Glossner: No duh. That's how we get there.
Frankie: O-O-Okay, look, I'm sorry, but I thought I was just dropping you off at the store or the doctor's or the courthouse or something.
Rita Glossner: You're gonna miss it! [turns the wheel]

Frankie: [v.o.] You know, maybe Rita was okay. Maybe we weren't so different after all. She might even be a little... fun. What was I worried about?
Rita Glossner: [ankle tag beeps] Aw, damn it. I'm out of range. [saws through ankle tag]
Frankie: Um, I-I-I don't think you're supposed to be doing that.
Rita Glossner: Oh, please. It happens all the time. If I didn't take this thing off, I'd never go anywhere. [laughs] [throws it out the window] Good luck findin' that one, Barney Fife! [laughs]

Frankie: [v.o.] After 537 terrifying miles, I finally realized maybe I should've just handed Rita my car keys in the first place.
Rita Glossner: We're here.
Frankie: Look, Rita, whatever it is, don't make me go in. I have not seen anything or heard anything. I won't tell anybody. I am not aiding, nor am I abetting.
Rita Glossner: What the hell are you talkin' about? You get weird when you're tired. Let's go. Grab the bag.
Frankie: You told me not to touch the bag.
Rita Glossner: Bring the damn bag, woman. If things here go smoothly, we'll get you home. I've waited a long time for this moment. Don't spoil it.

Clerk: Oh, um, excuse me, they're not allowed to do that.
Rita Glossner: Hey, you heard what the lady said. Stop that or she'll punch you.
Clerk: Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

Rita Glossner: What the hell you doin'?
Mike: You know what, Rita? We've had enough of your wind chimes. We tried to do this the nice way, but you pushed us too far.
[Rita punches Mike in the eye]
Mike: Aah! Ow! What the hell?!
Rita Glossner: "Ow, what the hell," you. [kicks him]
Mike: Hey, now! I'm not looking for any trouble. [Rita slaps him] Damn it! That's not- No- [Rita hits him with a bat] Ow! Ow! Hey, you're crazy! You know that?!
Rita Glossner: Oh, I'm crazy, stretch? Huh? You like crazy, do you?
Mike: No!

Frankie: [yawns] Oh, boy. How long have I been asleep?
Rita Glossner: About three states.
Frankie: What? I only closed my eyes for a second! Okay, that's it, Rita. I demand an answer. Where are you taking me?
Rita Glossner: Already took you. We're in Georgia.