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: Cut the shit. I know you're awake. I can smell it.
: Hey, Jesse, remember that fire we started in Chicago?
: Boy, you people sure stay up late. Severen
: We keep odd hours.
: Caleb, fasten your fuckin' seat belt!
: I'm your worst fuckin' nightmare. Severen. Homer
: And I'm Homer. That's H-O-M-E-R. Mispronounce it and I wouldn't wanna be you
: How you doin', Jess? Jesse
: Like shit! How 'bout you? Severen
: I'm down to my last inch of skin!
: Look, I'll take care of him! Homer
: You can't, Mae. I turned you, I taught you. Mae
: Well I turned him and I can teach him! Severen
] What's the matter, Homer? You jealous? A little too little to be jealous. Homer
: You have any idea what it's like to be a big man on the inside and have a small body on the outside? Severen
: You have ANY idea what it's like to HEAR about it every NIGHT?
: Howdy. I'm gonna separate your head from your shoulders. Hope you don't mind none.
: I hate 'em when they ain't been shaved.
: What the fuck is goin' on? Severen
: It ain't what's goin' on, son. It's what's comin' off. Your face. Clean off.
: [sucking blood off his fingers
] It's finger-lickin' GOOD!
: Let me do it, Jesse. Let me tap dance on him, won't ya?
: He makes a kill tonight! I don't care how you do it. You do it or you're done. Diamondback
: And done means dead without guile. It means you'd be real uncomfortable for a looong, looong time. Severen
: That's your mama talkin', boy.
: [the group has just entered a bar
] Well, I'll be goddamned. Shit-kicker heaven.
: [to Caleb
] Park your carcass!
Patron in Bar
: Hey. Hey! You spilled my drink. Severen
: Well, why don't you lick it up off the bar, meatball?
: There are two ways you can leave these here premises. Severen
: Is that a fact? Bartender
: That's a fact. On your feet or on your back. Severen
: That's pretty tough words for a bartender, huh? Gee whiz. If you're not gonna serve me a drink, well... I'll just have to drink his.
[drinks the patron's shot and then spits it on him
: How can you drink that shit?
: [Caleb has been shot
] Am I alive?
[Jesse and Severen laugh
: Hey. You look like 4O miles of rough road!
: [Caleb has just met his father
] 'Round and 'round and 'round she goes. Where she stops, nobody knows.
: Hey, Caleb! I hate to be an indian giver, I really do, but you disappointed me. Now you're gonna have to pay. First, you're gonna give me back my spur. Then I'm gonna knock your tonsils out your asshole. What do you think of them apples, huh?
: [after shooting in the head a truck driver