Tex Jr:
[
to Roscoe] Son, I will skull fuck you.
Quon:
[
after stabbing Jersey's eyes out] You know, there's too many award shows nowadays. I couldn't even tell you who won this shit last year. Oh yeah, I talked to God. He told me to tell all you guys, quit thanking him, he doesn't give a shit.
Posie:
[
Staring at Streako's impaled corpse] What a waste... of beer
Sod:
[
to Jersey] Don't you see him? Quon's standing right there! He's right...
Quon:
[
Quon touches Sod's shoulder]
Sod:
WHAT?
Quon:
WHAT!
Jersey:
What?
Quon:
[
points out bullethole, mocking Jersey in Hindu accent] Look at my dot when I am talking to you!
Sod:
Maybe I'm just, just twisted... no I'm not...
Sod, Quon:
He's standing right there, you put a bullet in his head, he's gonna kill me man, he's gonna kill me!
Quon:
Fucking pussy
Vance, Jackson, Roscoe:
I don't know, but it's been said, I don't know, but it's been said, Redneck pig's gonne end up dead! Redneck pig's gonna end up dead!
Roscoe:
Son, your daddy wanted us to teach you honor and integrity. Life is full of choices, Jr, time for yours. Which one of ya'll ain't shipping out of here alive, you, or Miss Scarlet here?
Roscoe:
That's what I call irony and gluttony all rolled up into one messy package.
Tex Jr:
OK, alright, so... that's it, you're going to let me go now, right?
Roscoe:
Oh yes, you will leave this room alive. I gave you my word. That's honor.
Tex Jr:
Hah... the room?
Roscoe:
Your day will come.
Tex Jr:
W-w-w-w-well ok, boss!
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