The Devil's Rejects2005

Baby:
[dancing in front of Otis and the hostages] Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these. [repeated 4x]

Otis:
Hoss, are you staring at my sister thinking bad thoughts?

Roy:
No,

Otis:
Well, why not- are you a f*ggot?

Roy:
No.

Otis:
Well, what are ya then? I mean you got this hot, piece of ass shaking her sh*t right in front of you and you're not getting any ideas. What do you call that?

Roy:
I'm a married man.

Otis:
Oh, a married f***in' man. Hey, that's just great! Let's give him a big round of applause, folks for the married man! come on! [he and Baby clap and laugh]

Baby:
Wow! married man!

Otis:
All right. wow. okay, mama, front and center, on your feet.

Roy:
Don't hurt her.

Otis:
Get on your feet. Come on. Let's go.

Adam Banjo:
Please, mister. This is insane.

Otis:
Boy, the next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant f***in' Mark Twain sh*t, 'cause it's definitely gettin' chiseled on your tombstone. okay, come on, Mama. Take that sh*t off, let's see what's been holding Hoss's balls at attention all these years.

Gloria:
What?

Otis:
What? Take off your clothes, or one of these a**holes is going to die. Come on, come on.

Baby:
Sh*t, way to go, Roy! she ain't too bad. She got a tight little ass on her!

Otis:
And she got some child-rearing hips. Huh, yeah, hey.

Gloria:
Please don't hurt me. please don't hurt me.

Otis:
Here, ooh, Jeez. Roy, beginning to see what you mean. Whoa.

Gloria:
Please don't hurt me.

Otis:
You like this, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " You like that, don't ya? Say "Yes, I do. " Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

Gloria:
Yes, I... I do.

Otis:
Okay. Okay, now. Give me some sugar. Make it sweet. Don't want me to tense up my trigger finger. My finger's getting tense... I want you to say, "You're the almighty devil, and I want you to make me my filthy whore. " Come on, say it. Come on I know. I know you're feeling it. I know you're feeling it. Say it.

Gloria:
You're... the... almighty... devil and I want you... to make me your... f***ing whore.

Otis:
You make me sick.

Baby:
Woo-hoo! I feel like we're all really getting to know each other now.

Otis:
All right, ladies. Me and the boys have an errand to run. We'll be back in a little while. Come on, Hoss, move it. Come on, sh*t stain! Gotta go! Come on! God damn it!