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It's not very sporting, man.
At least give the chickens a chance to shoot back.
Hey, man, I'm just sayin'. If I'm gonna kill a defenseless animal, I'm gonna honor it's sacrifice by grilling it into some tasty barbecue.
What I'm not gonna do is torture it just to prove I can't hit anything further away than my own ***.
Your cuate's a real junkyard dog. Mmm.
Hey, cowboy.
You, the pretty one. You ever hear the expression: "You got a face only a mother can love?"
That don't apply to you. You are uglier than the devil's *** itself.
Stig!
What are you doin'?
They're torturing chickens, man.
What are you eatin'?
A chicken.
It's not the same thing, okay?
See that bag over there? By the table?
Buffet table next to the potato salad.
Yeah, the bowling bag. What about it?
Little Toro's head is in that bag.
***.
Yeah.
You know what? That's *** up man.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's go. Okay? Come on, let's go.
[Hispanic or some ***]
Say it in English, you goat ***.
Suck my chicken.
That's funny comin' from you, fat boy.
You ain't seen your *** since you were a baby.
Just 'cause you put your finger in your belly button and brown *** comes out don't mean it's your ***.
What did you say?
Don't worry about it.
Now dig 'em up and make some damn barbecue.
Bye, chica.
Did you just wink at him?
I did wink at him, 'cause he's my *** now.
Uh-oh!
That's good shootin'
Gracias.