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Lawman: All right, boys!
[dog barking]
Unh. How's my hair?
Lawman: It's the authorities!
We got you surrounded.
Damn, we're in a tight spot.
Lawman: Just come on out and grabbin' air!
And don't try nothin' fancy.
Your situation is pretty nigh hopeless.
Damn! We're in a tight spot!
What in the sam hill?
Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty.
What the hell are you saying?
Wash is kin!
Wash: Sorry, pete!
I know we're kin, but they got this depression on.
I got to do for me and mine.
I'm gonna kill you,
Pete: Judas iscariot hogwallop!
You miserable, horse-eatin' son of a--
Damn! We're in a tight spot!
Damn his eyes!
Pa always said, "never trust a hogwallop."
Come and get us, coppers!
[pete groans]
Lawman: You boys is leavin' us no choice
But to smoke you out.
Everett: Damn! We're in a tight spot.
Light her up!
Everett: Hold up, boys!
Ain't you ever heard of negotiatin'?
Bet we could talk this thing out.
I hate fire!
Pete: You lousy, low-down, yellow-bellied goat--
Everett: Pete, we got to speak with one voice here.
Careful with that fire, now, boys!
[gunfire]
Lawman: Light the loft, son.
Aah!
Everett: I hate fire!
Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin', motherless spawn of hell!
Man: Step back. Damn it. Look out.
Holy st. Christopher!
Get away from that vehicle, chaps!
She's liquid fire!
[popping]
[gunfire]
Take cover, boys! That ain't popcorn!
[gunfire]
[horn honking]
Man: Let's get the hell out of here!
[honking]
Scatter, boys!
Man: God damn it!
Get in, boys!
I'm gonna r-u-n-n-o-f-t!
[delmar screaming, pig squealing]
Come on, boys, come on! Come on!
What are you doing here?
Pete: You ought to be in bed, clump snatcher.
You ain't the boss of me!
Aah! Aah! Aah!