Texas: WAY COOLER THAN MINNESOTA AND OHIO

[V]

Jack Crawford: Look, admit we struck out this month. The lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.

Will Graham: It's not over yet.

Jack Crawford: Oh, for Christ's sake! It's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.

Will Graham: I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing God damn well that I'd image families three, four, five and six. Right?

Jack Crawford: You're fucking right I did! And I'd do it again!

Will Graham: Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too fucking late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!

Best lines in that movie...

[Lisa]

"He's a font of misplaced rage. Name your cliché; Mother held him too much or not enough, last picked at kickball, late night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he's so angry moments of levity actually cause him pain; gives him headaches. Happiness, for that gentleman, hurts."

[V]

Goes by the name Sweet'ums.

If he had sex... which he does not. He channels his sexual aggression into physical violence. I would not be surprised if no one kept pets in his neighborhood, because they kept 'disappearing'.

[Lisa]

And could really use a hug.

[Captain Russ]

Your man is Caucasian, and in his late 40s- early 50s, he comes from a broken home... most likely mentally abused by the remaining parent. No education to speak of, and as such, is intimidated by/hates immigrants, which form the nucleus of the cabdriving profession. Right handed, about 180-200 pounds, 5'5"-5'9" tall.

Goes by the name Sweet'ums.