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: Now. Daddy. Daddy, don't mind Lester none. I got full confidence in him. Mayor Buckman
: Son, one time I had full confidence in a fart. Shit all over myself.
[Ricky is about to get skewered
] Mayor Buckman
: I see our barb-a-cuties got the skewering rod raring to go.
: Got any last requests, boy? Malcolm
: Yeah. Kiss my black ass!
: This ain't my first barbeque, son! And it surely won't be my last!
: Well don't be a wet ding-dong fellas. Buckman's the name, Mayor's my game!
: Suck my dixie!
: Well, Bucky... If the North won't come to the South... Mayor Buckman
: ...we'll bring the South to them!
: I'll see you in hell, Buckman! Mayor Buckman
: We already live in hell.
: Now let's see here, from here to the road it's a couple of miles, same distance we had to flee from Pleasant Valley. Now, there's no sport in shooting fish in a barrel. so we hid some guns and ammo along the way. Now, If ya'll can go out there and find them and put up a good fight, why, you're free to go. Val Turner
: Oh, that is bloody bullocks! If you don't let us go now, I'll have my lawyer slaughter you up faster than you can say "IR Spectrum". I mean it, motherfucker!
[Val spits at Mayor Buckman
: Wait a minute, folks! Wait aminute! We're embarrasing our guest! We're not showing any sportsmanship at all! Come over here, Rufus! Rufus Tate
: That last throw was just a warm up! This one's gonna be for keeps! Now, Mrs. Wells, I'm going to give you a little tip! I'm going to do this just right! This teetering rock's gonna fall in just 10 seconds! Beverly Wells
: No! No! Please!