This is not ‘Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
OH, George, Not the livestock
Damn! We're in a tight spot!
Mrs. Hogwallop done R U N N O F T
Well, ain't this place a geographical oddity. Two weeks from everywhere!
Well Pete, I figured it should be the one with the capacity for abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus view, then hell, let's put it to a vote.
Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?
Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain't it a small world, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I'm the only one that remains unaffiliated.
Well, there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is red and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork.
Never trust a female Delmar, remember that one simple precept and your time with me will not have been ill spent.
I slaughtered this horse last Tuesday. I think it's startin' to turn.