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Jimmy Price:
What's going on back there?

Black Deputy:
Police brutality.

[Last lines]

John Little:
Come next November, I'm going to run your legs off.

Jimmy Price:
I'm not going to stand for Sheriff next year

John Little:
Why not?

Jimmy Price:
My brother, he's going to run for Sheriff. [pause] I'm going to run for Mayor.

John Braddock:
[Harley has just been locked up in jail with Braddock] Welcome to the Colusa County jail, Sambo.

George Harley:
Shut your mouth. You red neck, peckerwood.

John Braddock:
Oh, now what's the matter? You don't like us kindly white folk?

George Harley:
You tell it like it is, honky!