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

Not once! Not ever!

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

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

And I see the look on her face of terror.

And we pray for our Lord's forgiveness.

Ain't none of this funny!

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

and you'll be on your way.

All the money we had ever needed and more.

- You guarantee it.

and considered extremely dangerous.

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

Forty-seven years I was faithful to that woman.

- The keys? Where are the keys?

Shoot me! Ahhh!

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

- Not much longer, my love.

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

- Hey, we are running out of time here!

Only I can keep you safe.

had grown tame.

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

People panicked.

Shoot me, Angela!

- I didn't say it was funny.

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

- Y'all know I did.

- I didn't say it was funny!

We couldn't figure out what was worse: