Oh sir! You forgot your map! And our millions of dollars!
It’s fucked up but I kicked that fucking map into the creek yesterday! It was useless! I kicked that fucker into the creek!
Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.
Now I don’t have to tell you good folks what’s been happening in our beloved little town. Sheriff murdered, crops burned, stores looted, people stampeded, and cattle raped. The time has come to act, and act fast. I’m leaving.
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… MASS HYSTERIA!
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m going to throw up, and then I’m gonna die!
We are not going to die! Both of you, get a grip or so help me I will ground you for a month!
We’re rehearsing a - a scene for the upcoming company play called uh, Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me. It’s a musical.
We go east through the desert until we come to the Singing Bush.
: You must return here with a shrubbery or else you will never pass through this wood… alive.
We can’t be lost! We followed the king’s instructions exactly. What did he say? “Head to the darkest part of the woods…”
-“BB”-
If we get hurt or if we die up here it is your fucking fault! It is YOUR… FUCKING… FAULT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I can’t believe you could be such an ASSHOLE! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?
Say ‘what’ again. Say ‘what’ again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more goddamn time!
What?
Do the dare or you die.
Mighty strong words, runt! You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?
Pie, pie, me oh my
Nothin’ taste sweet, wet, salty and dry
All at once, oh well it’s pie
Store-bought or homemade?
I may be a beginner at some things, but I’ve got a black belt in shopping.
Regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago.