Planet Terror2007

Sheriff Hague:
You cook that meat at 250 degrees don't you?

J.T. Hague:
I don't remember. I set the heat with my hands.

Sheriff Hague:
You give me that recipe or I'll raise your rent higher than a Georgia pine.

J.T. Hague:
Brother, ain't no Texan's ever gonna give you his BBQ recipe, that's a fact! He'll take it to his grave! I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig and I ain't gonna tell ya! I could be dyin' in your arms and I ain't gonna tell ya!

[hangs up phone]

J.T. Hague:
Heh heh heh!

Sheriff Hague:
[to himself] We'll see about that.