Slim Pickens: Howdy y’all
ALL: Howdy, Slim.
SP: Gee wiz, I’d un think y’all got me a surprise.
ALL: No, surprise, SLIM. Just pure carnal satisfaction.
SP: What ye yappin bout ya?
ALL: O, nothing, just a calf’s rear end.
SP: I spit in your mother’s throat.
Bartender: Now, Slim, that’s not how a Christian talks.
SP: pisses on the floor, stomps on it and gets piss on everyone. Fuck your cross.
BT: Aw, now Slim…why’d you have to go and done that. Whips out rifle. You rotten cunt bubbling shit sucker. Shoots slim’s head off. Bitch, clean that blood up.