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[before Silly Sammy were about to blow Chris and the gang's heads off with a shotgun]

Chris Monsanto:
Uh, Silly Sammy, wait a second. You know, we're not here to kill you. Um, we're here to help you make money.

Mr. Sampson Hidler (Silly Sammy):
I'm listening.

Chris Monsanto:
Well, you need organs, right? Well, we're U.S. Marshals. We kill people all day. We're lousy with organs.

Mr. Sampson Hidler (Silly Sammy):
You'll give me your dead people's organs?

Chris Monsanto:
All of them.

Mr. Sampson Hidler (Silly Sammy):
[puts the shotgun away] You just said the magic word..."Organs". You got yourselves a deal.

Chris Monsanto:
Great.

Mr. Sampson Hidler (Silly Sammy):
How about a little celebratory crystal meth.

Chris Monsanto:
Uh, sure. Well, that sounds good. Uh, just one question. Uh, do you mind if we get our own personal organs back?

Mr. Sampson Hidler (Silly Sammy):
Yeah, yeah. No problem. But I got to warn ya, I don't got a lot of meth, and I smoke it really fast, so...

Chris Monsanto:
I'm sure you do.