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: Jesus is coming and he is pissed!
: Adios, motherfucker!
: You really going after Deke, man? Duncan
: Yeah. Bill Robinson
: Look here, how many fingers you see, huh? Eight? Twelve? Duncan
: Okay, so I got a little double vision, but it's clearin' up Bill. I gotta find my boy! I gotta! Anything could be goin' on out there! Chrissakes! Hendershot
: You leave here without punching out... and you ain't never gonna have to punch out again, Bubba. Duncan
: Good! You leave me alone you fat fuck! Hendershot
: [grabs him
] Why you... Bill Robinson
: Don't! Leave him alone. Hendershot
: Or what? Bill Robinson
: Or I'll knock your teeth in... Bubba!
: Maybe tomorrow it will be our world again. Bill Robinson
: I don't know. Was it ever?
[seeing Hendershot's weapons stash
: Holy shit! You think he stole all this? Bill Robinson
: No, I think he bought it. That's what a guy like him does. Brett
: Buys things...? Bill Robinson
: Buy cheap and sell dear. It's the American way.
: It isn't the comet. It's a broom. Imagine you're a race of aliens, right? And, you're looking for a new place to live. Say you're looking for a planet like you and I looking for a new place to live. A new house. So here's Earth. Only it's like this big old house. And, it's kind of polluted, dirty, and smoky. Grease on the walls, soot in the chimney. So, they send in their interstellar housecleaners. Send in their broom. Sweep us all up. That's what this it is, it's a broom. Using our own machines to sweep us right off.
: What the hell are you doing in there? Brett
: Changing. That salesman had his hands all over me, and he's dead now and I don't like the smell of him on me. I don't like it. Bill Robinson
: Mother's helper? Brett
: A girl hitching her way down to Florida needs some protection. Bill Robinson
: Yeah? That's what you're doing? Brett
: Yeah. That I was doing before every machine went into maximum overdrive.