[first Lines]
Malcolm Rivers: As I was going up the stairs, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd go away.

Rhodes: All right. You want a plan? Everybody want a plan? Here's the plan, okay? No one's gonna move. We're gonna stay here, like this, in this room until dawn. No one leaves, no one moves.
Rhodes: [points gun at Larry] And if he tries anything I'm gonna shoot him! And if there's something out there and it comes in here, I'm gonna shoot it! And if anyone
of us tries anything, I'm gonna shoot 'em!
Ed: We get it!
Rhodes: Good!

Ginny: You remember that movie where the ten strangers went to an island, and then they all died, one by one? And then it turned out they weren't strangers, that they all had a connection.
Larry: And you don't mess with the wrong guy when he's gettin' revenge!
Rhodes: Shut up!
Ginny: I'm just saying that
maybe's there some connection between all of us.
Ed: Like what?
Larry: We're all in Nevada.
Rhodes: Shut up!

Caroline Suzanne: What are you doing?
Ed: Sorry, lady. It's a step down from the Ramada but it'll have to do.
Caroline Suzanne: I'm not staying here! Are you out of your mind? This is my car. You work for me, and you get those bags back in this car right now!
Caroline Suzanne: [Ed drags her out of the limo]
Listen, I understand the bleeding person has medical condition, okay? But so do I. My lung walls have... depleted cilia. If I stay here, I could asphyxiate!

Judge Taylor: In the matter of Rivers v. Nevada, for purposes of...
Defense Lawyer: Just a minute. Judge Taylor, sir, with due respect, we should wait till my client arrives. He has a right to be present.
Judge Taylor: He has precious few rights, Counselor. He's twenty-four hours from execution.
Defense
Lawyer: But in order to demonstrate his mental state, which is the purpose...
Judge Taylor: His mental state? His mental state? Do you know what time it is? Hmm? You think I got time for bullshit? That the justices have seen fit to call me in the middle of the night to review a case that I have already sat on, that I have already decided, may make you happy. But
you know what? It pisses me off! So when your boy gets here you can do whatever you want with him, but in the name of decency state your goddamn case!
Defense Lawyer: Yes, sir.
Judge Taylor: Somebody get me a cup of coffee, black.

Rhodes: There's a dead body in your freezer, Larry!
Larry: I didn't kill him. I found him like that!
Rhodes: Oh, stop it!
Larry: No, wait! Please, listen! Listen! Listen, I was in Vegas last month and I lost everything, okay? Everything! And I was driving West. I didn't know where I was going, but I was
running on empty so I pulled in here at this place. And there was no one at the station, so I came over to the office and I walked in. And there, sitting at that desk right there, was the manager, face down in a Banquet potpie, dead. Heart attack or something.
Rhodes: Banquet potpie. Banquet potpie!
Larry: I don't know. He'd been sitting there for
God knows how long. All of a sudden, this auto parts salesman pulls up looking for a room. I didn't have a fucking dime, so I took his thirty and gave him one. I just took the key from the wall him a room. Maybe that was wrong, but I was broke and that's what I did. Then I came back in here and I moved Larry's body. His name was Larry too. I put him in the freezer. I wasn't trying to hide him. It
was hot out, and I thought it was the best place for him till his family or someone came along. Only no one did, except more guests. So I checked them in too, and they all seemed happy so I just stayed.

Ed: Hey, what the hell are you doing?
Rhodes: There's something in there.
Ed: Use this, man.
[gives Rhodes a fabric softener sheet]
Rhodes: Thanks.
Larry: You a cop?
Ed: I was.
Rhodes: [reaches into dryer and pulls out a room #10
key, then says softly:] What?
Ed: She was in room 10?
Rhodes: *I* am.
Ed: Where's your guy?
Rhodes: He's cuffed to a toilet.

Larry: Hey, Ed? I don't know if I'm comfortable with guard duty, per se.
Ed: He's unconscious, Larry. He's tied to a post.