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Marsha Dwiggins: Will you ever kill anyone again, Karl? Karl Childers: I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm.

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Doyle Hargraves: Hey is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs shit in his hair and all that, 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time eatin' 'round that kind of thing now. Just like I am with antique furniture and midgets. You know that, I can't so much as drink a damn glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture. Linda Wheatley: Doyle, you're awful. You shouldn't be that way. Doyle: I ain't saying it's right, I'm just telling the damn truth. He'll make me sick. I know it.

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Doyle Hargraves: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet? Karl Childers: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm hmm. Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.

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Frosty Cream Boy: Can I help you, sir? Can I help you, sir? Karl Childers: I was kinda wantin' somethin' 'nother to eat, mmm-hmm. Frosty Cream Boy: Well, uh, what would you like? Karl: You got any biscuits for sale in there? Frosty Cream Boy: Well no. This here is a Frosty Cream. We don't serve biscuits. We got a lot of other stuff, though. Karl: What you got in there that's good to eat? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, we got Big Chief burgers, Bongo burgers, foot longs, corny dogs, Frosty shakes, creamy bars. Uh, did you want me to go through the whole list? Karl: Reckon what you like to eat in there? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, the french fries are pretty good. Karl: French fried potaters? Frosty Cream Boy: Yup, the french fries. Karl: How much you want for 'em? Frosty Cream Boy: Well, they're 60 for the medium and 75 for large. Karl: I reckon I'll have me some of the big uns. Frosty Cream Boy: Alright then, one large french fries?

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Vaughan Cunningham: You seem like a thinker, you know. You seem to always be deep in thought. Okay, tell me something. What are you thinking right now? Karl Childers: I was thinking um, I'm gonna take some of these potaters home with me. Vaughan: Oh. How about before that? Karl: Let me think, mmm. Before that I was thinking I could use me another six or eight cans of that potted meat if you got any extra, mmm.

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Frank Wheatley: You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up? Karl Childers: I had one there for a little while. But, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it. Frank: Why not? It die? Karl: Yes, Sir. Frank: Why? Karl: It got born too early. My mother and father made it come out too early some how or other. Frank: So it died when it came out? Karl: My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw it away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in it. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in there. The towel was all bloody-like all around it there. It was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel. Frank: A girl or a boy? Karl: It was a little ol' boy. Frank: You threw it in the trash barrel? Karl: Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws and whatnot that were in it and

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Frank Wheatley: Ever think of killing yourself on purpose like my daddy done? Karl Childers: I studied about it. The Bible says you ought not to. It says if you do that, you go off to Hades. Some folks call it Hell, I call it Hades.

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Frank Childers: I told you I ain't got no boy. Now why don't you go on out of here and let me be? You ain't no kin to me. Karl Childers: [after a pause] I learned to read some. I read the Bible quite a bit. I can't understand all of it, but I reckon I understand a good deal of it. Them stories you and Mama told me, they ain't in there. You ought not done that to your boy. I've studied on killing you. I studied about it quite a bit. But I don't reckon there ain't no need for it if all you're gonna do is sit there in that chair. You'll be dead soon enough and the world'll be shot of ya. You ought not killed my little brother. He ought to had a chance to growed up. He woulda had fun some time.

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Karl Childers: Everything's gonna be all right, boy. I kind of want to put my arm around you for a minute. Then I'm gonna get up and leave out of here. Frank Wheatley: Okay. Karl: I love you, boy!

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Doyle Hargraves: What the hell you doing with that lawn mower blade? Karl Childers: I aim to kill you with it.