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] Sheriff Hoyt
: See whatcha did boy?
: [after seeing Leatherface with a mask for the first time
] I like your new face.
: As long as we stick t'geth'r th'ain't nuthin' we can't handle!
: We're on our own tonight people... and alone, we shall rise above it all!
: [after shooting the sheriff of a small town
] Damn, I just killed the entire police department!
: Ask after grace, asshole.
: [to Eric
] You don't like playin' with me anymore 'cause I'm a pussy, that's what you said. Well my nephew Tommy ain't no pussy, maybe you wanna play with him for a little while.
: My money says he aint going nowhere
: Get her in there! I think you like wasting my time blondie!
: Why are you doing this? Sheriff Hoyt
: No talking untill i've said grace, asshole.
: Tommy? Tommy? We need you upstairs. Bring your lil' toy with you. Luda Mae
: What are you goona do to him? Sheriff Hoyt
: Nothin' but a little surgery. Come on now Tommy.
[Chainsaw revs, Monty's leg is sliced off, the other leg cut in the process
: AAAAAAAAAHH! Sheriff Hoyt
: Now come on Tommy, that's sloppy work. Fix it up! Luda Mae
: No No! Monty
[Cuts off other leg clean
] Luda Mae
: What on earth didya do that for? Sheriff Hoyt
: You know, jus' to balance things out.
: There comes a time, when a boy, becomes a man.
: [Charlie, or "Hoyt" finishes saying grace
] I have a question for you. It involves the family tree, the lineage, if you will. Its like a system through a table...
: Do you guys fuck all your cousins, or just the ones you find attractive? Sheriff Hoyt
: You blasphemous Bitch! This is redemption lady, thats what this is! Oh your all gonna pay for your sins, thats right. And especially you!
: I'm looking for the girl. Sheriff Hoyt
: The girl? She's right there.
[Points to Bailey
: That's not her. Sheriff Hoyt
: Well if that's not the girl then... oh I don't think you wanna see the other one.
: [Hoyt looks at Monty's freshly severed leg cut off by Leatherface
] Look at that, that's not neat at all. Even 'em up boy!
[Leatherface proceeds to cut off the other leg
: Come on Tommy, Ain't no different than the slaughterhouse. Meat's meat, Bone's bone... Get it done.
: [about tom aka Leatherface
] You raised that retard right, you and me, we aint takin' this drive right now. Sheriff Hoyt
: He aint retarded, he's misunderstood.
[seeing Baby Thomas aka Baby Leatherface for the first time
] Young Luda Mae
: Isn't he beautiful? Sheriff Hoyt
: That's the ugliest thing I ever saw.
: [after shooting the Sheriff
] Holy Shit! I just killed the whole fucking Sheriff's department... wonder what that felt like?
: People may not remember what we say here tonight, but by God they'll remember what we did.
: I smell bullshit.
: I bet she's real unhappy, real sorry that you're getting fuckin' her blood all over your goddamn arm. You know, back when I was a young patrolman, I used to love wrapping up these young honies. Andy
: Yeah, I bet you did. Sheriff Hoyt
: Yeah, cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know. Oh, look at that. She's kind of wet down there. What you boys been doing with this dead body anyway? Andy
: Can we please finish this?
: You know, I have just as much respect for dead as anybody.
[sees Andy and Morgan putting the dead hitchhiker in the backseat of his patrol car
] Sheriff Hoyt
: Get that nasty, goddamn thing out of the backseat of my goddamn car. Put it in the trunk, what the hells the matter with you?
[after Morgan tries shooting the sheriff with no avail
] Sheriff Hoyt
: Well, well, well. Look at we have here. We got ourselves a killer. Only this time, you killed the sheriff.
: How about giving me a hand here, asshole? You don't expect me to do this by myself? I need some help. Andy
: Why do I always get yanked into this shit? What am I doing? Sheriff Hoyt
: Lift her up and just kind of pull her over your way there. She ain't gonna bite you. She's deader than a goddamn doornail. Get a-hold of her and pick her up.
: It just seems so wrong. Sheriff Hoyt
: Don't give me any crap, young lady. Goddamn it, I got just as much respect for a dead body as anybody around here.
: Is that where she was sitting? Because the angle don't add up for me with the blood on that back window. Morgan
: Maybe she was a bit more in the middle. Sheriff Hoyt
: Well, maybe you ought to move a little more over to the middle. Morgan
: But... Sheriff Hoyt
: What, are you afraid of a little blood? Get the fuck over there!
: You kids shouldn't have messed with that little girl. You brought this all on yourself.
: What's wrong with you fucking people? Sheriff Hoyt
: Nothing wrong with us.
: Excuse me, you mind getting the fuck outta my way son?