Stroker and Hoop2004

[Stroker interrogates all the hillbillies who murdered the pageant women]

Stroker:
Sure is hot in here, ain't it, boy?

Hillbilly #1:
Not so hot, really, with the air conditioning and all.

Stroker:
Eh, you're gonna play it that way, huh? About this time of night, I like to kick back and cool off with a cold one. How about you?

Hillbilly #1:
I'm not really a drinker, sir.

Stroker:
Of course you are, and there's a tall boy with your name on it once you start cooperating.

[many beers later]

Stroker:
[drunk] I mean, what the hell do you do for fun in this town? You kill people? Fry 'em up in Hushpuppy batter, you stew 'em up in the bathtub with a hunk of cornbread in the toilet, ain't that right?

[many more beers later]

Stroker:
[drunk while singing] Look away, look away, look away...to Dixieland. [burps]