[first lines] Private Detective Visser: [narrating] The world is full o' complainers. An' the fact is, nothin' comes with a guarantee. Now I don't care if you're the pope of Rome, President of the United States or Man of the Year; somethin' can all g...Blood Simple.
Private Detective Visser: You know, you know, a friend of mine a while back broke his hand and put it in a cast. Very next day, he falls, protects his bad hand, and he breaks his good one. So he breaks it too, you know. So, now he's got two busted fl...Blood Simple.
Marty: [to Ray, out in back of the bar] You think I'm funny, I'm an asshole? No no no... what's funny is HER... what's funny is, I had you two followed, because if it's not you she's sleeping with, it's someone else... what's funny is, when she gives...Blood Simple.
Marty: I got a job for you. Private Detective Visser: Uh, well, if the pay's right, and it's legal, I'll do it. Marty: It's not strictly legal. Private Detective Visser: [Thinks for a second] Well, if the pay's right, I'll do it.Blood Simple.
[Visser has just given Marty some bad news] Marty: You know... in Greece, they would cut off the head of the messenger that brought the bad news. Private Detective Visser: Now that don't make much sense. Marty: No. It made them feel better. Private D...Blood Simple.
Meurice: Marty. Thought you were dead. You goin' home? Marty: No. I'm staying right here in hell. Meurice: Kind of a bleak point of view there, isn't it, Marty? Marty: Meurice... I don't want the asshole near my money. And I don't want him in the bar...Blood Simple.
Marty: [after Visser agrees to kill Abby and Ray for $10,000] I'll take care of the money, you just make sure those bodies aren't found... [starts to turn away, then turns back] Marty: ... there's a big incinerator in back of my place. Private Detect...Blood Simple.
Abby: He took me to a psychiatrist one time, to calm me down... the psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever talked to, so Marty fired him. Ray: I don't think you can fire a psychiatrist, 'zactly. Abby: Well I never saw him again, I ca...Blood Simple.
Abby: I said, "Marty, how come you're anal, and *I* gotta go to the psychiatrist?" Ray: What'd he say? Abby: Nothing. He's like you, he doesn't say much. Ray: Thanks. Abby: Except when he doesn't say things, they're usually nasty. When you don't, the...Blood Simple.