[at a dance in Early's house, Lil is dancing with Rusty]
Oh. Do you mind if I cut between you lovely couple?
Lil
Oh, I believe this young man is taken.
Oh, I just got sassed by a whore.
Lil
[takes out knife] Back off, bitch he is mine!
[takes out knife] Yeah, let's see what whore moves you got.
[They start having a fight. They then start making out]
Give us the strength to cleanse the earth of the milk/chalk scourge, so's to keep 'em away from me.
Dump 'em on an island! Blow up the island! (Shoots his gun in the sky) Whoo!
Look ye upon this cash money, a symbol of the whites' power, how they jingulate their pockets full of metal-y money.
(Early pulls a water jug full of coins)
Burn all the...metal-ly money.
(Early tosses the jug in the fire)
Whoo! Alright now, Granny, burn your money.
No thank you (replaces money under robe)... and these skis, tools of their wicked recreational activity.
Chalk-man a' skiing on his white snow in his tightie whites, just like the white wing dove sing a song about what they singin'!
Whoo, baby, whoo, baby, whoo.
At a boy Rusty, burn them sum-bitches, embrace the hatred!
...and they live in houses, don't they daddy?
[Early stares at Rusty and contemplates]
Lil
(Sitting inside the burning house) Huh... I guess white people do live in houses.
Hot damn! What about these trees over here daddy?
Hmm? What about these trees granny?
[Early stares at Rusty and contemplates]
Aight now, ya'll bow yer heads. Lord...(Rusty blares out Electronia music and begins dancing with glowsticks) Russell, kindly turn down the electronica. (Rusty turns off music) Lord, please allow these scratched lottery tickets with their slivery seasonings to nourish our bodies as they were unable to do the same to our wallets. And thank ya fer the untimely frost which clamed my bananer orchard. Oh, I was a fool ta plant bananers on a mountain! You made sure of that. So, in short, thanks for nothin'.
Lil
Ain't you gonna thank him fer that truck-boat-truck of yers?
You silly bitch! Don't be tellin' him 'bout my truck-boat-truck!
But, Daddy, you tell everybody 'bout that truck-boat-truck. That's yer pride and joy.
'Cause its bad-ass is why! Check out this mess!
(cuts to Early spinning the tires of a monster truck)
Listen to that 450 big block! Wahow!
(engine explodes)
Lil
That ain't Patrick Swayze.
He is if I have enough cold beer.
Patrick, I know you must get this all the time, but if it wouldn't be too much trouble for ya, would you please drop a double duce ass whoopin' on my boy.
PSPatrick Swayze
I'm from texas... I ride horses.