Laura: (about her childhood neighbors) They were the perfect family. They lived in a house with a white picket fence around it. Clean white. They never argued with each other. They never complained about each other. They never even raised their voices.
Steele: How long before the mass murder?
Laura: Time is passing. Pleasantly enough, but it's passing.
Steele: Why do I have this neurotic impulse to apologize for that?
Laura: I don't know. You're certainly not suggesting that I'm suggesting that you should?
Steele: No, no, no, no. How could I possibly suggest a suggestion like that?
Steele: Oh, the quandary of the independent woman. What am I missing and who am I missing it with?
Mildred: You kidnap me to test them? Oh, that's brilliant. I mean, brilliant! (throws her drink in Ron's face) I'm a lousy sport.
Ron: You know something, you remind me of my mother.
Mildred: Oh good.
Ron: Yeah, I hate her.
Steele: You know, when John Ford was directing Stagecoach someone asked him 'Why don't the Indians shoot the horses?'.
Steele: The Gauntlet, Clint Eastwood, Sondra Locke, Warner Brothers 1977.