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: You're a tough man to get a hold of, Jeffery. Jeff
: What do you want? Red
: It's not what I want, it's what you want, and how bad you want it. 'Cause it's gonna cost you. Can't show it to you right now, but it's about 5'5", 115 pounds, three or four of that just pure tit. Nice curly brown hair, upstairs and down. Interested?
: What a man needs out here is a CB radio. Jeff Taylor
: Is that right? Earl
: 'Course, if you use a CB, you gotta have a handle. I'm thinking for you, "Shit For Brains."
: [pointing a gun at Red
] You'd better pray she's still alive.
: [Jeff forces Red and his family to get into the cellar
] You better remember this, fella cuz no matter where you go... Jeff
: You fuck!
[kicks him in the face, sending him falling down the cellar
: Mr. Taylor, did you, uh, by any chance, have a beef with your wife today? Jeff
: What has that got to do with anything! Sheriff Boyd
: Well, for starters, maybe there's a possibility that she could have left you. Jeff
: I don't - I don't believe this! My wife did not leave me! Sheriff Boyd
: Mr Taylor, I've seen it a hundred times. You put two people in a car long enough, they're gonna go at it. Lovers, married couples, gay guys- hell, I've seen men dump their women on the side of the road and vice versa.
: Give me the key. Red
: Mister... Jeff
: Don't "mister" me you son of a bitch. My wife is locked up in a hole in your fucking barn, and if you don't give me the key, I'm gonna blow your fucking head off!