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in a gray sedan and may be headed to the state border.

- The keys? Where are the keys?

People panicked.

Not once! Not ever!

- Y'all know I did.

had grown tame.

- Hey, we are running out of time here!

- You guarantee it.

- Why don't you just shoot me, boy, and get it over with?

- Lottie, please, we can work something out here.

And I see the look on her face of terror.

We couldn't figure out what was worse:

All the money we had ever needed and more.

Shoot me, Angela!

You're still just a shitty used car salesman to me.

Oh, oh, oh, oh man. Oh no!

- LOTTIE: You got that last part right, baby.

And we pray for our Lord's forgiveness.

Only I can keep you safe.

and considered extremely dangerous.

- I didn't say it was funny.

my daddy's still the real sheriff of this town.

Forty-seven years I was faithful to that woman.

Y'all will be taken care of by me, Lester M. Barclay.

Shoot me! Ahhh!

Ain't none of this funny!

- I didn't say it was funny!

and you'll be on your way.

well, it was not the work of a benevolent god,

- Not much longer, my love.