The Old Man: Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president!
Varla: I never try anything. I just do it. And I don't beat clocks, just people! Wanna try me?
Narrator: [opening narration] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to violence, the word and the act. While violence cloaks itself in a plethora of disguises, its favorite mantle still remains... sex. Violence devours all it touches, its voracious appetite rarely fulfilled. Yet violence doesn't only destroy, it creates and molds as well. Let's examine closely then this dangerously evil creation, this new breed encased and contained within the supple skin of woman. The softness is there, the unmistakable smell of female, the surface shiny and silken, the body yielding yet wanton. But a word of caution: handle with care and don't drop your guard. This rapacious new breed prowls both alone and in packs, operating at any level, any time, anywhere, and with anybody. Who are they? One might be your secretary, your doctor's receptionist... or a dancer in a go-go club!
Billie: You really should be AM and FM. You one-band broads are a drag!
Tommy: Look, I don't know what the hell your point is, but...
Varla: The point is of no return and you've reached it!
The Old Man: You girls a bunch of nudists or are you just short of clothes?
Billie: I'm of legal age for whiskey, voting and loving. Now the next election is two years away, and my love life ain't getting much better, so how about some of that one-hundred-percent!
Gas Station Attendant: [staring at Varla's chest as he pumps gas] Just passing through, huh? Boy, that motor's sure hot! You gals really must have been moving on these little machines. Yessir, the thrill of the open road. New places, new people, new sights of interest. Now that's what I believe in, seeing America first!
Varla: You won't find it down there, Columbus!
Rosie: Alright, you wash... now I'm gonna spin-a-dry you!
Tommy: Been running some timing trials?
Varla: We KNOW how fast WE can go. You can time that heap with an hour-glass.
Linda: Someone mention my figure?
Varla: [to Rosie as she fumbles with a lighter] Easy, baby, you're almost a fire hazard!
Kirk: You are a very sick girl!
Varla: I was healthy enough a half hour ago or do people look different to you if they are not horizontal?
Gas Station Attendant: Yes ma'am, what can I do for you today?
Varla: Just your job, squirrel. Fill it up!
Billie: Oh, you're cute... like a velvet glove cast in iron.
Tommy: I work on this baby the same way, trying to get maximum performance.
Kirk: [to Varla] You're a beautiful animal... and I'm weak, and I want you.
Billie: [Billie throws Rosie a can of beer to calm her down] Here Rosie baby, pop the top before you blow your own!
Billie: [challenging Tommy to race] How about it, handsome? I bet you're a real tiger in disguise.
Kirk: It's a little early for that, isn't it?
The Old Man: The train is late.
Kirk: What has that got to do with it?
The Old Man: Nothing is on schedule today.
The Old Man: Honey, you - uh - what you eat seems to settle in the right places. But then you look to me like a girl with a big appetite for everything.
Varla: I try to think big!