GABBY JOHNSON: Hell, I was born here and I was raised here…and goddamn it, I’m going to die here! And no sidewinder, bushwhacking, hornswoggling…cracker croaker, is going to ruin my biscuit-cutter! OLSON JOHNSON: Now who can argue with that?
“No, we rape the shit out of them at the Number Six dance later on!”
– Ah, good morning, ma’am And isn’t it a lovely morning ? – Up yours, nigger