Butt Trouble - Squidbillies [S02E02]

You gotta be a Dracula to give birth to a Dracula.

Gone west is bounty of stolen thermometers, and the rest is smooth, liquidy, meddly, deadly, mirrored gravy innards.

My youngest is covered in hair.

Did one of you assholes just shoot me?

Come on, you haven't even touched this gingerbread.

Ah, you can't give birth to Dracula.

Hey, man, let me drive that thing.

Oh, no, wait a minute.

It's the apocalypse.

Well, maybe not this grandbaby, but some babies do have potential.

One of these eggs could grow up to be... Oh, make a damn t-shirt!

And he will thrive on this land and one day grow strong and bloom into a musky man.

Send the Blackhawks up, kill us all!

Heavenly Father God, please be with these unborn followers and shepherd them, these things, through the valley of

It's a miracle.

I don't know where and I don't care.

Oh, hell, Russell Kyler, you done had a nocturnal ignition all over my seven-count burlap.

Take him!

Congratulations, son.

You see, them deers is gonna think this ain't nothing but a common Georgia fruit tree.

That one didn't make it.

We just two big, friendly, deadly, deadly honey-doos.

And so, at the last second,

Don't you dare hurt him.

Just please the trigger, Rusty.