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I can't tell you how long. Maybe a lifetime.

You'll be happy to know, kiddies..

I hate to even think about it.

I know what you want.

We stand here arguing about a traffic accident... Do you mind?

Goddamn it! Get that pussy off the table.

As for me, I'm afraid I've got to hurry.

God created the heavens and the earth.

Hey, Brayker. Don't worry. I'll save you.

Maybe nobody here can see it, but I sure can.

- Pleased to make your acquaintance. - You lyin' son of a bitch.

You expecting somebody, Mr. Smith?

- Please stop, mister! - Uncle Willy, Please don't make me do this.

I swear that girl ain't got no goddamn gratitude.

What am I looking at? Which way is town?

I said almost, didn't I?

Her blood's on your head, asshole.

Guys like Roach, they think...

Where do you suppose they went?

Brayker can't even get himself out.

Ah, the whole fan club is here.

Yeah, this is it. The north spur's just ahead.

If he's in your town, you got a problem.

and half her arm.

That's me giving you the finger, asshole.

Well... you know this... "hell on earth" business?

He's really holding on tonight, isn't he?

Sheriff, I am much obliged for your assistance in apprehending...

He's not what he says he is. Willy... Willy!

Hey, Roach. Haven't you caused enough trouble?

- between cleanliness and godliness. - No! No!

All right, this property...

And then he came with Bob and the sheriff.

- Good work, Mavis. - Looky, looky.

What's that smell?

Yeah, well, I already tried that. He said no.

Do me a favor. Don't scream.

Personally, I was hoping we could avoid this.

Care to see what I've been working on?

Oh, man, this is hopeless.