"I like women with big asses. Why do brothers drive Cadillacs? Cause you can't get all that ass in a Volkswagen. The first thing they be sayin', "Kiss my ass." Some ugly women in here, too, tonight. How you doin'? I didn't - when I said ugly, I was lookin' at your ass."

"There's some good-lookin' women in here and some good-lookin' fellas. How you doin', sir? I'm a trisexual. I'll try your little ass tonight."

"I'm from Mississippi and I love it! I like bein' country. I ain't lyin'. Ain't nothin' like a good country lady. Yeah, a girl the other day, I was messin' around with her breast. She got hot. She said, "Oh, wouldn't you like something to go with this good ol' breast milk?" I said, "A good piece of cornbread would go just fine.""

"Ugly woman easy to get along with. They don't want no trouble. You can tell an ugly woman anything, can't you? Hey, bitch, I'm going to the moon. I'll be back in a couple of days. "Well, you be careful. I don't want nothin' to happen to you now, cause you know I - cause I love you. Oh, I love you. Please don't call me a bitch in front of the kids." All right, whore, I'll be back in a couple of days. Goddamn."

"You always avoid direct eye contact, you know that? Are you afraid of something? Are you afraid that I might see the real you? Huh? Answer me. Come on, answer me."

"Everybody's a teacher. People can teach you two things, what to do and what not to do."

"Because mo better makes it mo better."

"I want more money. Okay? I'm not happy. When I'm not happy, I don't play good. When I don't play good, the music doesn't sound good. If the music doesn't sound good, nobody comes. We all lose our money."

"I may have been born yesterday, but I stayed up all night."

"Flag on the moon. How did it get there?"

"Jenny Agutter - Jill Mason"

"Joan Plowright - Dora Strang"

"Colin Blakely - Frank Strang"

"Peter Firth - Alan Strang"

"Richard Burton - Martin Dysart"

"Dora Strang: Alan is himself. Every soul is itself. If you added up everything we ever did to him, from his first day on earth to this, you wouldn't find why he did this terrible thing... because that's him: not just all of our things added up."

"And he said 'Behold, I give you Equus, my only begotten son.'"

"Prince begat Prance. And Prance begat Prankus. And Prankus begat Flankus. And Flankus begat Spankus. And Spankus begat Spunkus the Great, who lived threescore years. And Leckwus begat Neckwus. And Neckwus begat Fleckwus, the King of Spit. And Fleckwus spoke out of his chinkle-chankle..."

"'My uncle dressed for the horse', she says. But what does that mean? Horse isn't dressed, it's naked. It's the most naked thing you ever saw, more than a dog or a cat or anything. Even the brokenest-down old nag has got it's life - to put a bowler hat on top of it... it's filthy. Putting them through their paces, bloody horse shows, how do they dare? No-one understands, no-one. Except cowboys. They do. But they're free, they just swing up and it's nothing but miles of grass. I bet all cowboys are orphans. I bet they are. No-one ever says to cowboys 'receive my meaning' or 'God.' 'All the time God sees you, Alan, God's got eyes everywhere.' No, I'm not doing anymore, I hate this. You can whistle for anymore, I've had it."

"And Flequs spoke out of his chinkle chankle and he said "Behold, I give you Equus, my only begotten son.""

"It WAS sexy! That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?"

"Double your pleasure, double your fun with double good double good double mint gum."

"How can I? In an ultimate sense, I cannot know what I do in this place, but I do ultimate things, irreversible things and I, I stand in the dark with a blade in my hand, striking at heads, I need, more desperately than my children need me, a way of seeing in the dark; what way is this? what dark is this? I cannot call it "ordained of God" — I cannot go so far. I will however, pay it so much homage. There is now, in my mouth, this sharp chain. And it never comes out."

"Why me? Why me? First, account for me."

"Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. It cannot be created. You won't gallop anymore, Alan, the horses will be quite safe. You can save your money each week and change that scooter for a car. You'll spend glorious weekends grooming that. You'll pop round to the betting shops and put fifty pence on a nag, forgetting they ever meant anything more to you than bearers of little profits and little losses. You will, however, be without pain; almost completely without...pain.. and now... for me... it never stops... the voice of Equus, out of the cave."

"Alright, I take it away, what then? He'd feel himself acceptable, what then? Do you think feelings like his can be simply re-attached, just like plasters stuck on other objects we select? I mean, look at him! My desire might be to make of this boy an ardent husband, a caring citizen, a worshipper of abstract and unifying God; my achievement, however, is more likely to make a ghost. I heal the rash on his body, I'll erase the welts cut into his mind by flying manes and when that's done I'll put him on a metal scooter and send him puttering off into the concrete world and he'll never touch hide again. Hopefully he'll feel nothing at his fork but approved flesh, I doubt, however, with much passion!"