Marshall: No matter how fast I ran, or how far, I never got away, but I didn't die. I wouldn't give them the pleasure. Sure, there are two sides to every story. This is my story. The story of how I made it. How I survived my big brothers.

Marshall: Most of the time we were fairly normal, but when they rolled the camera, things got a little crazy.

Marshall: Mom loved wild animals. We had lots of them. Most of them were orhaned or hurt. In Fort Smith, we were known as the people to taken them to. But all the animals that we took care of, my favorite was Leona. She'd broke her wing, but with my help I knew she could fly again. Marty's favorite guy was Ernest Hemingway. He liked to think of himself as a great hunter and an adventurer like Ernie Bob. Mark's favorite guy was...Mark. He liked to think of himself as a man of action and a handsome ladies man. Me? I was a dreamer.

Marshall: There were two movie theatres in Fort Smith, the Starlight on Main Street and our garage. Everyone had their favorite parts they liked to watch over and over, especially the dangerous stuff, like when Marty skated through the ring of fire. Marty loved it when everybody laughed. They always laughed the loudest when Mark blew me up. D.C. supplied the sound effects. D.C. liked anything where people had a good chance of getting hurt. My favorite was where Mark tried to fly. Mark liked movie nights for reasons of his own. While everybody else was watching the movie, Mark would practice his Romeo routines on Julie Anne. Even though they've seen it a hundred times, they always laughed and cheered. It made Mark, Marty, and I feel kind of good.

Marty: Don't ever tell me what to do with my little brother D.C. Marshall get in the hood.

Mark: *Donna Jo and Tanna coming up* Gosh they've really grown...up!

Marshall: *before they race again* Let's do it.

Donna Jo: You guys are great.
Mark: Yeah?
Donna Jo: There's no way we'd see guys doing stuff like this at the University. Damn, all the boys there is study or throw football. Takes an imaginative guy to think of something like this. The kind of guy who considers shooting out streetlights quality entertainment. The kind of guy who'd risk his brother's life for some stupid race. Don't be an asshole, Marty.
Marty: You're right Donna Jo. It was stupid. Dumb idea all the way around.
Donna Jo: Grow up and when you do give is a call.

Marty Sr.: We don't have that kind of money, Agnes.
Agnes: I bet the boys can do a lot with a fine camera like that. See the world, film all kinds of things.
Marty Sr.: Why give them hope with something that's never going to happen?
Agnes: It's your own fault, daddy. Ever since they were little you kept banging into their heads "Be your own boss. Work hard." Maybe nothing will come of it. At least give them a chance.
Marty Sr.: Chance to do what, throw hard earned money down the drain?
Agnes: Give them a chance to see what they can do.
Marty Sr.: I give them chances, Agnes. Hell a lot more chances that I got scraping this business together from nothing. I got inventory. I got contacts. This business is their future. It's what I've worked hard to give them - not a truckload of false lies. It's not gonna happen, Agnes.

Marshall: Hey dad, can I blow the airhorn?
Marty Sr.: You can do it twice, Squirt.

Marty Sr.: You're not going anywhere.
Marty Jr.: Yes, sir, I am.
Marty Sr.: No, you're not.
Marty Jr.: What'd you always tell us dad? "Tell the truth. Work hard. Don't be afraid of anything. Make your own opportunities." What'd you always tell us? Always said, "If you want to go out and sell something, it sure as hell be something nobody else has." That's the way you make your killing, dad.

Marty: We have to get the shots that everybody else is afraid to get.

Marshall: Only an idiot would want a ball of burning metal rolling down his back, but if they have asked me, I would have done it in a second.

Leon: You boys drive safe. Don't want to end up in a fiery car wreck in the middle of nowhere.

Marshall: There's nothing wrong with being a little crazy. Hell look at us.

Mark: I'm tired of being left behind.
Marty Jr.: Then why'd you come along Mark?
Mark: Cause I didn't want to be left behind. I wanted to have some fun.
Marty Jr.: I'm having fun. Aren't you?
Mark: I'm having a blast.

Marshall: Safety first mom. That's our motto.

Marshall: Guys, she knows where that cave is.
Mark: What makes you think so?
Marshall: I just know.

Marshall: You know the great thing about these rods is? They don't chase you. No, I mean it. I mean look at them, they just sit there. You know maybe we should have made a movie about these. Rods and carbs. At least they'd be in focus, not like that wolf you shot.
Marty Jr.: It was in focus.
Marshall: Well, maybe you got lucky with the wolf. What about that moose and alligator, huh, Marty? What about them?
Marty Jr.: What about them? Those are great shots.
Marshall: Maybe we should stick to what we know and that's dipping carbs.
Marty Jr.: That's crap. We know - we know films. We know cameras. We know animals.
Marshall: Oh yeah, where's that going to get us in life Marty? Huh, where? No where. You know you're right Marty. The films just a big loser.
Marty Jr.: That film's going to be great. *leaves*
Leon: He'll be there.
Marshall: I hope so.

Agnes: Is Marshall up yet?
Marty Jr.: Not yet.

Agnes: I don't see him. Oh my God, he fell out!

Mark: No, Leon's screaming.

Leon: Marshall, get me down, I'm going to throw up.

Mark: He's talking to dad.
Agnes: No, I think he's talking to all of us.

Marshall: Morning everybody.
Agnes: Y'all thought you'd take her out for a spin?
Leon: Yep.
Agnes: Why?
Marshall: Had to.

Agnes: What do you think your father's going to say?
Marshall: Probably, "How'd she handle?"

Marty Sr.: So Marshall, how'd she handle?