The Devil's Rejects

Candy: What you lookin' at? Otis B. Driftwood: I'm lookin' at you, mama. Candy: Yeah, you see something you like? Otis B. Driftwood: Maybe. I set my standards pretty low, so I'm never disappointed. Candy: Oh I don't disappoint.

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Baby: [dancing in front of Otis and the hostages] Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these. [repeated 4x] Otis: Hoss, are you staring at my sister thinking bad thoughts? Roy: No, Otis: Well, why not- are you a faggot? Roy: No. Otis: Well, what are ya then? I mean you got this hot, piece of ass shaking her shit right in front of you and you're not getting any ideas. What do you call that? Roy: I'm a married man. Otis: Oh, a married fuckin' man. Hey, that's just great! Let's give him a big round of applause, folks for the married man! come on! [he and Baby clap and laugh] Baby: Wow! married man! Otis: All right. wow. okay, mama, front and center, on your feet. Roy: Don't hurt her. Otis: Get on your feet. Come on. Let's go. Adam Banjo: Please, mister. This is insane. Otis: Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit, 'cause it's definitely gettin' chiseled on your tombstone. okay, come on, Mama. Take that shit off, let's see what's

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Baby: Meow! Meow. Hey, pussycat. Hey, got a light? Roy Sullivan: No, uh, I don't smoke. My doctor says I got lungs like a professional athlete. Baby: Ah, I get it. You wanna live forever. Roy Sullivan: Yeah yeah, well... Baby: So what, are you on vacation all by yourself or something? Roy Sullivan: Yeah... no. I'm actually out here with my singing group. I do the lead singing for it. It's called "Banjo and Sullivan. " I used to sing with Johnny Cash. He shook my hand. Baby: I love famous people. They're so much better than the real thing. Roy Sullivan: Well, yeah, I suppose they are. Baby: I bet all the girls wanna fuck you. Roy Sullivan: Would you say that again? Baby: I bet all the girls wanna fuck you. Roy Sullivan: Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? Baby: Trust me, fella. That ain't the only thing I do with this mouth. Roy Sullivan: Don't tell me that! What? Say that again. Baby: That I ain't the only thing I do with this mouth.

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Susan: Come on, honey. Mommy has to get to work. If I'm late one more time, Mr. McDonnell is gonna can my ass. Jamie: I am hurrying! I dropped something. Susan: Will you get in the car?! Okay, come on, let's go get in. Jamie: Mom, a clown. Susan: Yeah yeah, a clown. Oh... hi. Captain Spaulding: Hi I'm gonna have to be taking your car today. See I have some top secret clown business that supersedes any plans that you might have for this here vehicle. Susan: What's that about clown business? Captain Spaulding: [pause] Do I stutter, bitch? Susan: Jamie, get in the car. Lock the door. Captain Spaulding: Where the hell you going? Damn it. Don't you never turn your back on a fucking clown when he's talking to you! Susan: Get your fucking hands off of me! Captain Spaulding: What's the matter, kid? Don't you like clowns? Jamie: No... Captain Spaulding: Why? Don't we make ya laugh? Aren't we fuckin' funny? You best come up with an answer, cos I'm gonna come back here and check on you and your m

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Sheriff John Wydell: What's going on, shitheads? Rondo: Sheriff.... Sheriff John Wydell: (hands Rondo a piece of paper) Here's a list of names I need you to run down for me. Rondo: [Looks at the paper, and starts chuckling] That's some funny-ass names! Haha! Sheriff John Wydell: Yeah, look who's fuckin' talkin' "Rondo". Just let me know if anything connects. Billy Ray Snapper: I'm sure it will. Shit always floats our way, don't it...."Chief"? Sheriff John Wydell: Well, if you keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you'll catch it all....don't fuck this up assholes. Rondo: Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road! Haha.

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Charlie Altamont: Oh...yeah! Lord have mercy!! What a mornin'!! Clevon!! Clevon: Yeah boss? Charlie Altamont: You know why I come here to get these chickens? Clevon: No boss. Charlie Altamont: 'Cuz my brother makes the best fried chicken in the world! Clevon: Is that right? Charlie Altamont: (to Darrell) Yeah, good mornin' good mornin' good mornin' good mornin' sir! How are ya! Darrell: How're you all doin? G'morning. Charlie Altamont: Good, good, good, whatcha got for me? Darrell: We got these, uh, real cute barred rock chickens. Charlie Altamont: Yeah! I see it! Darrell: Some nice, long-legged Rhode Island Reds. Charlie Altamont: RHODE ISLAND RED!! I like that, huh! I want a Rhode Island red for me, all right? Two of 'em. Darrell: Rhode Island Red...two. (long pause, scratches his nose) Now ya'll ain't planning on fuckin' these chickens are ya? Charlie Altamont: (after a long pause) What the fuck are you getting at? Do you fuck chickens? Darrell: Well, I thought about fuckin' some ch

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