Planet Terror2007

Sheriff Hague:
I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back.

J.T. Hague:
You don't make that rent so God-Damn high.

Sheriff Hague:
We share the recipe, we share the rent.

J.T. Hague:
Start at 250 degrees.

Sheriff Hague:
[Pulls a note pad and pen out] I knew it. For how long?

J.T. Hague:
12 pounds?

Sheriff Hague:
Sure.

J.T. Hague:
12 pounds, 12 hours.

Sheriff Hague:
Wrapped in tin foil, right?

J.T. Hague:
I don't use no goddamn foil.

Sheriff Hague:
Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh?

J.T. Hague:
Canned.

Sheriff Hague:
No Sh*t?

J.T. Hague:
Yeah.

Sheriff Hague:
You score me some?

J.T. Hague:
Oh Yeah, cause we're brothers.

Sheriff Hague:
Thank you for this.

J.T. Hague:
You just remember, you got to take this recipe to your grave.

Sheriff Hague:
I think I can... goddamn guarantee that. [Dies]

J.T. Hague:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh! [Blows up the quarantine chamber]