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] J.T. Hague
: Best in Texas.
: Hey, hey. You want some barbeque? Best in Texas. Cherry Darling
: Oh, no thanks. J.T. Hague
: What's the matter? You don't eat meat? Cherry Darling
: Oh, I eat meat. I also eat lots of shit.
] Cherry Darling
: See that? J.T. Hague
: What's that? Cherry Darling
: Shit-eating grin. J.T. Hague
] You ought to be a comedian. Cherry Darling
: What do you think of the leg? J.T. Hague
] Sure is funny.
: That boy's got the devil in him.
: [after checking out Tammy
] Now THAT'S a rump roast.
: I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back. J.T. Hague
: You don't make that rent so God-Damn high. Sheriff Hague
: We share the recipe, we share the rent. J.T. Hague
: Start at 250 degrees. Sheriff Hague
: [Pulls a note pad and pen out
] I knew it. For how long? J.T. Hague
: 12 pounds? Sheriff Hague
: Sure. J.T. Hague
: 12 pounds, 12 hours. Sheriff Hague
: Wrapped in tin foil, right? J.T. Hague
: I don't use no goddamn foil. Sheriff Hague
: Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh? J.T. Hague
: Canned. Sheriff Hague
: No Shit? J.T. Hague
: Yeah. Sheriff Hague
: You score me some? J.T. Hague
: Oh Yeah, cause we're brothers. Sheriff Hague
: Thank you for this. J.T. Hague
: You just remember, you got to take this recipe to your grave. Sheriff Hague
: I think I can... goddamn guarantee that.
] J.T. Hague
: Heh heh heh heh heh heh!
[Blows up the quarantine chamber
: You cook that meat at 250 degrees don't you? J.T. Hague
: I don't remember. I set the heat with my hands. Sheriff Hague
: You give me that recipe or I'll raise your rent higher than a Georgia pine. J.T. Hague
: Brother, ain't no Texan's ever gonna give you his BBQ recipe, that's a fact! He'll take it to his grave! I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig and I ain't gonna tell ya! I could be dyin' in your arms and I ain't gonna tell ya!
[hangs up phone
] J.T. Hague
: Heh heh heh! Sheriff Hague
: [to himself
] We'll see about that.
: You're the second person to show up tonight. El Wray
: Who's the first? J.T. Hague
: [nods to Cherry
] Right there. Must be passin' through. Seems only strangers eat here. El Wray
: [picking up his coffee
] I still eat here, J.T. J.T. Hague
: Oh, yeah, you sure do. By the way, don't choke on all that food you're eatin'.
: Grab the slaw! Can't have a barbeque without the slaw! Babysitter Twin #1
: We need guns!
[J.T. hands both babysitter twins large, pump-action, shotguns
] Babysitter Twin #2
: Fucking cool!