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Curtis?
If you don't get your hand off my leg, you're going to be wiping your ass with a hook next time you take a dump!
Honey! C'mon over here, Sugar-buns.
You can't!
Look here, how many fingers you see, huh? Eight? Twelve?
I gotta find my boy! I gotta!
Maybe tomorrow it will be our world again.
Oh my God. 'When we get to that truck stop, everything will be alright.'
You see that gap? The next time it comes around, I'm gonna shoot right through it.
All so we can be inside where they are?
I'm scared.
You think he stole all this?
Buy cheap and sell dear.
This is for my dad, you loudmouth son of a bitch.
Oh, your dad got scrubbed by one of 'em big boys out there earlier today.