Shut the fuck up, Donny.
I beat the shit out of some kids today. But it was for a purpose. It made me feel good about myself.
He was alive when I buried him.
The preacher says all my sins is warshed away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.
I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. I mean, what are you talkin’ about? I haven’t done anything funny.
Say, who wears the pants around here, H.I.?
I’m not a devious man by nature… but when you’re unarmed, your tactics might gonna be downright Archimedean.
He’s like you, he doesn’t say much.
That Buford’s a sly one. Already knows his ABC’s. Hit the deck, boy!
Except when he doesn’t say things, they’re usually nasty. When you don’t, they’re usually nice.
I was in the neighborhood, feelin’ daffy.
Ya mute!
Mrs. Hogwallop up and R-U-N-N-O-F-T.
I’m gonna R-U-N-N-O-F-T!