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- Bill Cox: Hey Scooter, did I tell you the one about the two ol' boys pissing off a bridge?
- Bill Cox: How are you coming along with that garden tiller?
- Bill Cox: I remember well. He cut those folks to pieces and his Mama was one of them.
- Bill Cox: Well there were these two ol' boys and they hung their peckers off a bridge to piss. One ol' boy come from California, the other come from Arkansas. The ol' boy from California says, "Boy, this water's cold", and the ol' boy from Arkansas says, "Yeah and it's deep too".
- Bill Cox: You done fixed it? Well I'll be damned. Scooter told me it couldn't be fixed. 'Course Scooter is about as shiftless as one poor son of a bitch can be. You done fixed it. I'll just be damned.
- Bill Cox: [About Karl] The son-of-a-bitch's a regular Eli Whitney on a lawn mower and *loves* French fries. 'Son-of-a-bitch can eat four larges and not even belch.
- Bill Cox: [lawnmower won't start] Karl, see if you can figure out what's wrong with this. It won't crank up and everything seems to be put together right.
- Charles Bushman: A Mercury is a good car. That's the car I was driving that day. I've had a lot of cars. Different kinds. Lot's of different kinds of cars. She was standing - this girl - on the side of the street where there was this chicken stand, wasn't the Colonel but it was a chicken stand nonetheless. I pulled the Mercury up right along side her and rolled down the window, see, by electric power. She had on a leather skirt and had a lot of hair on her arms. I like that a lot. That means a big bush. I like a big bush. She says, "Are you dating?" You know, so I said, "Sure". She gets in and we pull off to a remote location that was comfortable for both she and I. She says, "How much do you wanna spend?", I said, "Whatever it will take to see that bush of yours because I know it's a big one". She says, "Twenty five dollars". That's not chicken feed to a working man so I produce the $25, she puts it in her shoe, pulls up her skirt and there before me lay this thin, crooked, uncircumcised penis.
- Charles Bushman: A shovel just makes too much goddamned racket.
- Charles Bushman: Ha ha, I'll bet you did. 'Course I was never bent that way, I was always bent the other way.
- Charles Bushman: Karl, who'd you kill? Was it the boy?
- Charles Bushman: Not too big in here, is it?
- Charles Bushman: Now... On the third day, I washed her. She wasn't too clean. I got all the right spots. She's the only one I kept for a certain ammount of time, because I got a real short attention span. Now, I can't say she enjoyed her stay, but that washcloth I put in her mouth and held it there with a big piece of duct tape kept all her complaining to a min... I don't like people who talk all the time. I like to do all the talking, which is why I think I'm so fond of you, 'cause you're so easy-going. Although I do sense a little tension in you from time to time. So, you were out in the world, huh? What was it like?
- Charles Bushman: There was a young man by the name of John Leggit Hunter who ran a filling station business, a good filling station business and he's one of these young men we meet in life, I'm sure you've met some like him, who did not deserve what he had and what he had was a beautiful young bride named Sarah. She was a Georgia peach. In fact, she was the picture I had in my mind of the perfect woman so I took it upon myself to take her away from John Leggit Hunter who did not deserve her. Oh, I don't know if I mentioned this but he was a Frenchman who claimed to be an Englishman. It took a lot of strong nylon cord to get her away from him because she was a fighter as well as being a Georgia peach.
- Charles Bushman: You can imagine how bad I wanted my $25 back, huh?
- Charles Bushman: You gotta make something explode to really understand it. You gotta examine all those tiny particles while they're still on fire.
- Daughter: Why?
- Doyle: "Don't talk about my daddy". Go on and get up outta here. Go out to the garage and let me be. Go on now, get!
- Doyle: Believe in the Bible, do ya Karl?
- Doyle: Come here, you little prick. Come here, you little fucking prick!
- Doyle: Come on, Morris, you fucking genius, get the fuck up and get the fuck out of here, Goddammit!
- Doyle: Frank's a weak little kid. His daddy taught him how to be a pussy.
- Doyle: Frankie, I wasn't talking to you, now was I? I was talking to your Mama. It's her decision, not yours. If I let it go on it's because she said so, not you!
- Doyle: Get out! All y'all, get the fuck out! Come on, you motherfuckers!
- Doyle: Get the fuck out!
- Doyle: Get the fuck out! Randy, you tuning son of a bitch, go fucking practice, Randy!
- Doyle: He don't wanna go play in his room. Let's all just sit here and be a family. Until your mentally retarded friend and your homosexual friend get here.
- Doyle: Hey is this the kind of retard that drools and rubs shit in his hair and all that, 'cause I'm gonna have a hard time eatin' 'round that kind of thing now. Just like I am with antique furniture and midgets. You know that, I can't so much as drink a damn glass of water around a midget or a piece of antique furniture.
- Doyle: Hey Vaughan, I heard you been putting it on ol' Albert Sellers who works over at the funeral home.
- Doyle: Hey! HEY!
- Doyle: Hey! I said get out of my house! That goes for cocksuckers and retards!
- Doyle: I ain't saying it's right, I'm just telling the damn truth. He'll make me sick. I know it.
- Doyle: I don't guess I give a shit. I ain't here that much so if you want a retard living out in the garage, I guess that's your business. But I do got some tools and a set of socket wreches out there I'd rather not have stolen.
- Doyle: I don't like homosexuals and she goes out and buddies up with one so I gotta deal with that. I don't like little wimpy-ass kids or mental retards and she got one of each livin' with her.
- Doyle: I don't mean to be so... Assholish I guess is a good word for it.
- Doyle: I told you three times already, the law's on my side! I play cards with J.D. Shelnut, chief of PO-lice! So kiss my ass, you old bastard!
- Doyle: I'll whip the dog shit out of you, Vaughan. I will fucking kill you if you talk to me again!
- Doyle: I'm gonna call up Morris and get the band together. We're gonna have a party. Party our asses off. I'd love to show them that Karl. They'd get a real kick out of him.
- Doyle: I'm just kidding about that really.
- Doyle: If y'all don't shut up, I'm gonna go out of my mind. Besides, Karl here is liable to bust his spring. He's already off balance.
- Doyle: If you even think about leaving me, Linda, I told you: I'm gonna kill you deader than a door nail.
- Doyle: Linda, go get my guitar. It's out there with that looney toon.
- Doyle: No, I heard you're more than friends. I heard Dick Rivers caught the two of you bowled up and going at it in the same room with poor Miss Ogletree dead as a doornail laid out on a gurney.
- Doyle: Now get the fuck out now before I get too mad to turn back!
- Doyle: See, you don't want to question the genius, Vaughan. Morris here is a modern-day poet, kinda like in olden times.
- Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.
- Doyle: Stay out of my goddam face, you fucking buzzard!
- Doyle: Talkin' back and everything. That kinda makes me horny, Linda.
- Doyle: That ain't none of your damn business, besides, that's the way friends do one another! Fuck it, I'm calling them up.
- Doyle: That's funny, Vaughan. Linda, go to bed and take little snot-nose here with you.
- Doyle: To call the police, you push 911 then just tell 'em to bring an ambulance, or a "hearst" if you're gonna kill me.
- Doyle: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet?
- Doyle: Well get baptized then, I don't give a shit. Call up a fuckin' preacher, Goddammit, we can't baptize ya.
- Doyle: Well I can't understand none of it. This one begat that one and that one begat this one, and lo and behold someone says some shit to someone else - just how retarded are you?
- Doyle: What am I supposed to do about supper while you're out runnin' around with that fag?
- Doyle: What in the hell are you doing with that lawn mower blade?
- Doyle: What in the hell you doin' with that hammer?
- Doyle: What's all them books?
- Doyle: What's in the bag?
- Doyle: You ain't gotta do nothing, Linda. Just put some chips in a bowl and run ice out to us when we look low.
- Doyle: You know better than to talk to me like that when I'm hurtin', Linda. Don't make me knock the piss outta you.
- Doyle: Your buddy Karl here is going. We can't be no normal family with him living in the garage and comin' in the damn bedroom at 4:00 in the morning, carryin' hammers and shit.
- Doyle: [Karl enters the bedroom, startling Doyle and Linda] Hey! What the God damn hell you doing, Karl? 'The fuck you doing up in the middle of the night?
- Doyle: [Shouting] We don't got no Goddamn band! We don't need to fucking practice, Randy! We don't no shit-ass manager neither! You motherfuckers! You all are a bunch of losers! I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here! So get the fuck out of my house now!
- Doyle: [to Linda] What the fuck you think he's doin' with that hammer?
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: 'Cause he's company.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: About as much as everyone else, I guess.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: I think he's going back to Millsburg.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: I won't lie to you. He did get into that trouble a while ago.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: She's talking about me, Karl, that's my first name.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: Yes you will.
- Dr. Jerry Woolridge: You sleep with your mama tonight. I'm gonna sleep with your brother so Karl can have your room.
- Frank Childers: I ain't got no boy.
- Frank Childers: I told you I ain't got no boy, now why don't you get on outta here and let me be. You ain't no kin to me.
- Frank Childers: I'd kick your head in 25 years ago, but you're dead, I guess. Where'd you go to?
- Frank Wheatley: I don't like potted meat. Daddy used to say they was made out of lips, peckers and intestines.
- Frank, Melinda, Albert: Yes.
- Frank: A girl or a boy?
- Frank: Ever think of killing yourself on purpose like my daddy done?
- Frank: He's real honest. He wouldn't steal nothing.
- Frank: I care 'bout you too, but you'll be around. Don't say that.
- Frank: I don't wanna go play in my room.
- Frank: I'd like to kill that son-of-a-bitch. I hate him.
- Frank: It smells funny.
- Frank: Last time you got angry and ran Morris and them off and told them to stay away from here.
- Frank: Mama's got a boyfriend now. His name is Doyle Hargraves. He works construction so he makes a pretty good living, but he don't help Mama out with any money though. He ain't no good. He's mean to her. He don't like me at all. Mama says it's 'cause he's jealous that I belong to my Daddy instead of him. He spends the night at our house sometimes and he's got his own house, somebody told me it's where he can have more girlfriends. I like it on the nights he ain't at our house. I ain't so nervous then.
- Frank: She says it's for the times he's good to her. She's lonely since Daddy died, sometimes she says she don't know why. He threatened to kill her if she ever left him. My daddy would kill him if he were still here and somebody was mean to Mama. Vaughan, he's real good to Mama. Vaughan that you met. But he's not able to do anything to Doyle. He's funny, you know. Not funny "Ha-Ha", funny queer. He likes to go with men instead of women. That makes him not able to fight too good. He sure is nice, though. He's from St. Louis, people who are queer get along better in a big town. I wish he liked to go with women, I'd rather he be Mama's boyfriend than Doyle.
- Frank: So it died when it came out?
- Frank: Stop it, Doyle! Don't talk about my daddy.
- Frank: That don't seem right. Seems like you would have kept him and taken care of him if he was your brother.
- Frank: Was it still alive when you buried it?
- Frank: Why not? It die?
- Frank: Why?
- Frank: You ever have any brothers or sisters growing up?
- Frank: You really think it's got peckers in there?
- Frank: You threw it in the trash barrel?
- Frosty Cream Employee: Well, the French fries are pretty good.
- Frosty Cream Employee: Yeah, French fries. They're .60 for medium and .75 for large.
- Karl Childers: I had one there for a little while. But, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it.
- Karl Childers: I heared it a-cryin' through that box.
- Karl Childers: I wasn't but 6 or 8. I don't reckon I knew what to do. I didn't know how to care for no baby. My mother and father didn't want him and they learned me to do what they told me. These days I reckon it's better to give him back to the Good Lord anyhow.
- Karl Childers: It got born too early. My mother and father made it come out too early some how or other.
- Karl Childers: It was a little ol' boy.
- Karl Childers: My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw it away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in it. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in there. The towel was all bloody-like all aorund it there. It was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel.
- Karl Childers: Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws that were in it and I takened the little fellar and put him inside the box and buried him right there in a corner of the yard. That seemed more proper to me, I reckon.
- Karl Childers: Yes, Sir.
- Karl: 'Reckon I'll have me some of the big 'uns.
- Karl: 'Reckon I'm gonna have to get used to them looking at me.
- Karl: Blisters sure can hurt.
- Karl: Coffee makes me nervous when I drink it. Mmm.
- Karl: Different ones. One of 'em is the Bible.
- Karl: Doesn't matter where I was to be. We'll always be friends. You and me made friends right off the bat. Don't nobody ever change that. I kindly want to put my arm around you, then I'm gonna get up out of here and leave.
- Karl: Don't you say another word about that boy. Fact'o business, don't you say another word to me. I ain't listening to you no more.
- Karl: French fried potaters?
- Karl: He's carrying me to look for work over in Millsburg where I's borned.
- Karl: How come her still being girlfriends and all with him if he's mean to her?
- Karl: I aim to kill you with it. Mmm.
- Karl: I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm.
- Karl: I don't reckon I know nobody named Jerry.
- Karl: I don't reckon you have to go with women to be a good father to a boy. You been real square-dealin' with me. The Bible says two men ought not lay together. But I don't reckon the Good Lord would send anybody like you to Hades. That Frank, he lives inside of his own heart. That's an awful big place to live in. You take good care of that boy.
- Karl: I don't reckon.
- Karl: I don't rightly know. I just kinda work up a-holding it.
- Karl: I don't think anything bad ought to happen to children. I think the bad stuff should be saved up for the people whose grown up. That's the way I see it.
- Karl: I don't understand all of it, but I reckon I understand a good deal of it.
- Karl: I fixed it. It's workin' pretty good now.
- Karl: I love you, boy.
- Karl: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm.
- Karl: I reckon I'm gonna have to get used to looking at pretty people.
- Karl: I studied about it. The Bible says you ought not to. It says if you do that, you go off to Hades. Some folks call it Hell, I call it Hades.
- Karl: I wanna be baptized.
- Karl: I was thinkin', I'm gonna take me some of these taters home with me.
- Karl: I'm your boy.
- Karl: I'm your oldest boy. Name of Karl.
- Karl: I've heard it said that a-way.
- Karl: It ain't got no gas in it.
- Karl: It was too big.
- Karl: Just 'cause I ain't gonna be around no more, maybe, don't mean that I don't care for you.
- Karl: No, Sir, not yet.
- Karl: Not funny 'ha-ha', funny queer.
- Karl: Quite a spell, I reckon.
- Karl: Reckon what you is wanting to know is what I'm a-doing in here. 'Reckon the reason I'm in here is 'cause I've killed somebody. But I reckon what you is wanting to know is how come me had killed somebody so I reckon I'll start at the front and tell ye. I lived out back of my mother and father's place, most of my life, in a little ol' shed that my daddy built for me. They didn't too much want me up there in the house with the rest of'em. Mmm. So mostly I just sat around out there in the shed lookin' at the ground. Mmm. I didn't have no floor out there but I had me a hole dug out to lay down in. 'Quilt or two to put down there. Mmm-hmm. My father was a hard working man most of his life, not that I can say the same for myself. I mostly just sat around out there in the shed, tinkering around with a lawn mower or two. Went to school off and on from time to time. But the children out there, they were very cruel to me. Made quite a bit of sport of me, made fun of me quite a bit. So mostly, I just sat around out there in the shed. My daddy worked down there at the sawmill, down at the planer mill for an old man named Dixon. Ol' Man Dixon was a very cruel fella, didn't treat his employees very well. Didn't pay'em too much of a wage, didn't pay my daddy too much of a wage. Just barely enough to get by on, I reckon. Mmm. I reckon he got by alright. Mmm. They used to come out, one or the other, usually my mother and feed me pretty regular. Mmm-hmm. So I know he made enough to where I could have mustard and biscuits three or four times a week. Mmm. But Ol' Man Dixon, he had a boy by the name of Jesse Dixon. Jesse was really more cruel than his daddy was. He used to make quite a bit of sport of me when I'd be down there at the schoolhouse. 'Used to take advantage of little girls there in the neighborhood and all. Mmm. They used to say that my mother was a very pretty woman. They said that quite a bit from time to time when I'd be down there at the schoolhouse. Well, I reckon you want me to get on with it and tell you what happened so I reckon I'll tell ye. I was sitting out there in the shed one evening not doing too much of nothing, just kindly staring at the wall. I was waiting on my mother to come out and give me my Bible lesson. Well I heared a commotion up there in the house, so I run up on the screened in porch to see what was a-going on. I looked in the window there and I seen my mother laying there on the floor without any clothes on. Mmm. Mmm-hmm. I seen Jesse Dixon laying on top of her. He was having his way with her. Mmm. Well I just seen red. I picked up a kaiser blade that was sitting there by the screen door. Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a kaiser blade. Got a long wood handle kinda like an ax handle with a long blade on it shaped kinda like a banana. Sharp on one edge and dull on the other'n. It's what the highway boys used to cut down weeds and whatnot. Well I went in the house and I hit Jesse Dixon upside the head with it, knocked him off my mother. I reckon that didn't quite satisfy me, so I hit him again with it in the neck with the sharp edge and just plumb near cut his head off. Killed'im. My mother jumped up from there and started hollering, "What'd you kill Jesse for?" "What'd you kill Jesse for?" Well, mmm, come to find out I don't reckon my mother minded what Jesse was doing to her. 'Reckon that made me madder than what Jesse'd made me, so I takened the kaiser blade, some folks called it a sling blade, I called it a kaiser blade, mmm, and I hit my mother upside the head with it. Mmm... Killed her; Some folks has asked me if I had it to do over again, would I do it the same way. I reckon I would. Anyhow they seen fit to put me in here and here I've been a great long while. I've learned to read some. 'Took me four years to read the Bible. I reckon I understand a great deal of it. Wasn't what I expected in some places. Mmm. I slept in a good bed for a great long while. Now they've seen fit to put me out of here. They say they're setting me free today. Mmm.
- Karl: Reckon what you like to eat in there?
- Karl: There was a boy. We made friends.
- Karl: There were these two fellars standin' on a bridge, a-goin' to the bathroom. One fellar said, "The water's cold" and the other fellar said, "The water's deep". I believe one fella come from Arkansas. Get it?
- Karl: They turned me loose from the nervous hospital. 'Said I was well. I got hired on by a Mr. Bill Cox fixing lawnmowers and whatnot. That grass out there in the yard has grown up quite a bit. I reckon I might cut it for you.
- Karl: This'n that. Tooth paste and whatnot.
- Karl: Well, let me think... I was thinkin' I could use me another couple cans'o that potted meat if ya got any extree.
- Karl: Yeah, it's pretty loud. Looky there. I believe you right. I believe I see one right in there.
- Karl: Yes ma'am, I reckon.
- Karl: Yes, Sir.
- Karl: You know better than that. You ought not say that word.
- Karl: You ought not talk that way. You just a boy.
- Karl: [After a pause] I learned to read some. I read the Bible quite a bit. I can't understand all of it, but I reckon I understand a good deal of it. Them stories you and Mama told me ain't in there. You ought not done that to your boy. I studied on killing you. Studied on it quite a bit. But I reckon there ain't no need for it if all you're gonna do is sit there in that chair. You'll be dead soon enough and the world 'll be shut of ya. You ought not killed my little brother, he should've had a chance to grow up. He woulda had fun some time.
- Karl: [Eating potted meat] I reckon it tastes alright.
- Karl: [on the phone] Yes, Ma'am. I've killed Doyle Hargraves with a lawnmower blade. I hit him two good whacks in the head with it. That second one just plum near cut his head in two... It's a lil' ol' white house on the corner of Vine Street and some other street. There's a pick-up truck out front that says "Doyle Hargraves Construction" on it. Doyle said besides sending the police, you might wanna send an ambulance or a "hearst". I'll be sitting here, waiting on ye.
- Linda Wheatley: I'm gonna make some coffee. Karl, you want some coffee?
- Linda Wheatley: Karl, you know what? Melinda here was voted employee of the month at the dollar store last February. Isn't that something?
- Linda: Doyle, you're awful. You shouldn't be that way.
- Linda: Frank doesn't really see you as a guy-guy.
- Linda: Frank's always after a father figure and Doyle ain't one with his mean ass.
- Linda: Frank, don't talk that way.
- Linda: Frank, maybe you better go play in your room if Doyle's gonna talk nasty.
- Linda: Please, Doyle, not tonight. They always stay until morning, I'll just give out.
- Linda: Thank you, Vaughan. We care about you too, don't we?
- Linda: That might be better than this.
- Linda: This is not your house, Doyle. This is my house and I decide who goes and who stays. You got a house, why don't you get some of your girlfriends and go home to it?
- Linda: What you want, Hon?
- Linda: Who's that strange looking man? He follow you in here?
- Linda: You're not crippled, get in there and make it yourself.
- Linda: You're not staying here tonight. Go get sober before you come back, I'm tired of my child seeing this. Now you get your ass straight or I'll lock your ass out of my life for good.
- Marsha Dwiggins: Where will he go?
- Marsha Dwiggins: Will he be supervised?
- Marsha Dwiggins: Will you ever kill anyone again, Karl?
- Melinda: Hi, Karl, I'm on my lunch break. I got you these flowers that were on sale, cause they're not fresh. $2.99, plus by 10% employee discount, since I didn't bring you anything on our date last night. Well, I just thought I'd bring them to you. I enjoyed walking with you. I got a blister the size of a quarter on my heel. Well, see you some time I guess.
- Melinda: Well, when you like pricing items as much as I do, it's just bound to happen sooner or later, I guess.
- Melinda: You mean about you and Albert being that way...? I think everybody at the store already knows about it. Maureen Ledbetter told the most awful story about why you ain't allowed at the First Baptist Church no more.
- Monty Johnson: Nobody wants to take this SHIT, Man!
- Monty Johnson: This ain't right, Doyle. There IS something wrong with you.
- Morris: Dots look good on paper. You don't sing them anyway, you're just showing your true Aries color.
- Morris: Exactly the point, my young level-headed friend.
- Morris: The dots are where I say they are. Melody and tune, that's your trade, Terence.
- Morris: Well, I rest my case.
- Morris: Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?
- Mrs. Woolridge: Karl, I hear Jerry's taking you somewhere else tomorrow.
- Neighbor: I wish you'd all lay off for tonight! I can't hear myself think with that racket!
- Neighbor: Knock it off or I'm calling the police!
- Scooter: And that old Dixon boy. Oh hell, I always wanted to kill him myself. Asshole's what he was.
- Scooter: I don't reckon so.
- Terence: I don't think that's right. I believe the "Dot Dot Dot" come between "Medula" and "Oblongota".
- Terence: We wrote one last night outside the mini mart. Morris called it "Stuart Drives A Comfortable Car" and then like in country songs, you know, in parentheses it says "There's Usually Someone in the Trunk." And, and um, I came up with a tune just a hummin'.
- Terence: Well it did!
- Terence: What about our instruments?
- Vaughan Cunningham: How about before that?
- Vaughan Cunningham: I don't understand.
- Vaughan Cunningham: I know Albert. We're friends.
- Vaughan Cunningham: I will. Karl?
- Vaughan Cunningham: I'm just going to say it. I'm gay. Does that surprise you that I'm gay? You know what gay is, don't you?
- Vaughan Cunningham: It's not your house, it's Linda's.
- Vaughan Cunningham: Listen, everyone, I've had a few glasses of wine and that tends to make me emotional. It came over me in a rush. I just want you to know that I care about each and every person at this table.
- Vaughan Cunningham: Oh and Karl's a guy-guy?
- Vaughan Cunningham: Please don't tell anybody at the store that Albert was here. You know how this town is. Everybody spreads cruel rumors.
- Vaughan Cunningham: That is a total lie.
- Vaughan Cunningham: Well that's a very offensive way to put it. You shouldn't say that. You were taught that, weren't you?
- Vaughan Cunningham: What about me?
- Vaughan Cunningham: You always seem to be deep in thought. Tell me, what are you thinking right now?
- Vaughan Cunningham: [About potted meat] They aren't moving too well, but I'll tell you what, I'll give a couple cans free to the right kid.
- Vaughan Cunningham: [quietly] Homosexual. I like men sexually.
- Vaughan: Don't you touch her.
- Vaughan: Have you knocked on the door yet?
- Vaughan: How long have you been standing here?
- [About Karl]
- [Chuckles]
- [Exits]
- [Karl has entered the bedroom carrying a hammer]
- [Laughs]
- [Morris shakes his head]
- [Nobody moves]
- [Noody moves]
- [Puts his arm around Frank]
- [Scoffs]
- [They laugh]
- [Turns to leave]
- [Walks off]
- [Wheels him right into the door]