Carl: Give ‘em to Claude. Let him smoke ‘em.
Dobermen:You boys got any special reason to be hiding behind there?
Richie: Yea, we heard you were horny.
Cory: What are you looking at?
Carl: Nothin’——-you.
Cory: And…?
Carl: You could do a lot better…
Richie: Eh, do we look like cops?
Cop 2: Ya’ look like jerks….Shut up!
All they’ve got in Texas is steers and queers-sounds like richie
Hi, I’m Richie White. I’m on probation.
I only have one law: a kid who tells on another kid…is a dead kid.
You guys were so all fired hopped-up to get out of the city, you turned your kids into what you were running away from.
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