The Devil's Rejects2005

Charlie Altamont:
Oh...yeah! Lord have mercy!! What a mornin'!! Clevon!!

Clevon:
Yeah boss?

Charlie Altamont:
You know why I come here to get these chickens?

Clevon:
No boss.

Charlie Altamont:
'Cuz my brother makes the best fried chicken in the world!

Clevon:
Is that right?

Charlie Altamont:
(to Darrell) Yeah, good mornin' good mornin' good mornin' good mornin' sir! How are ya!

Darrell:
How're you all doin? G'morning.

Charlie Altamont:
Good, good, good, whatcha got for me?

Darrell:
We got these, uh, real cute barred rock chickens.

Charlie Altamont:
Yeah! I see it!

Darrell:
Some nice, long-legged Rhode Island Reds.

Charlie Altamont:
RHODE ISLAND RED!! I like that, huh! I want a Rhode Island red for me, all right? Two of 'em.

Darrell:
Rhode Island Red...two. (long pause, scratches his nose) Now ya'll ain't planning on f***in' these chickens are ya?

Charlie Altamont:
(after a long pause) What the f*** are you getting at? Do you f*** chickens?

Darrell:
Well, I thought about f***in' some chickens before, eh? If you want to have a good time and you need some p*ssy, you can (motions with his hands) cut that chicken's head off, stick yo' dick in the ass of that chicken, and that damn chicken'll go crazy on your ass and go "Caaaaah".

Charlie Altamont:
Are you saying that I would cut off a chicken's head, put my dick in it, f*** it...and go "Aah"? You accuse me of f***ing a chicken, motherf***er?

Darrell:
Nah, I ain't--I ain't callin' you a chicken f***er but...that boy over there looks se--sexually frustrated, and I don't approve of chicken f***ing.

Clevon:
Did you hear what he called me, Boss? I ain't--he called me a f***ing chicken f***er!

Darrell:
I didn't say--

Charlie Altamont:
Everybody just stop yappin' and grab the f***in' chickens, Clevon! (to Darrell) Here, five.

Darrell:
Appreciate it...thank y'all.

Clevon:
Chickenf--He's the chicken f***er!!!

Charlie Altamont:
That's all right. Put 'em back there. Next time we go someplace else.

Clevon:
We ain't never buying chickens from him again, boss!

Charlie Altamont:
Yeah, I know, I know.

Clevon:
(yelling back to Darrell, and giving the finger) You inbred! Inbred!!