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Sheriff:
Howdy, y'all. Guess who I just apprehended in town. A dozen of my mama's gingerbread men shaped just like yours truly. Mmm-mmmm they're good!

Earlie Cuyler:
Whup his ass.

Rusty:
Uh, Look at that, boy.

Sheriff:
Look at what?

Rusty:
Uh, I don't know.

Earlie Cuyler:
Look at this, right chere! [knocks the cookies out of the Sheriff's hands]

Sheriff:
Damn... they would have to fall frosting down.

Rusty:
Oh, Lord, I'm sorry, Sheriff. That was an accident.

Earlie Cuyler:
Accident? Boy!

Rusty:
I mean accident time on you. You fall on my fist, your face hurt! Accident to you, boy!

Earlie Cuyler:
That's what I'm talkin' about. Hell, yeah! Come on now, turn it on son. Turn it on.

Rusty:
Turn it on son. Turn it on!

Earlie Cuyler:
No, no, no, It's already on. Okay, you got to tell him it's on!

Rusty:
It is on... boy.

Earlie Cuyler:
Follow with a simile. Come on.

Rusty:
It's on like... uh

Earlie Cuyler:
What's it on like? Preferably a rhyme.

Rusty:
It's on like, like Michelle Kwan!

Earlie Cuyler:
...Oh, son.

Rusty:
I'll do a tripe-axle lutz on your zambonied ice.

Sheriff:
Rusty, It's on like Red Dawn or Charles Bron-son. Or hell, I'd even have accepted the movie "Tron". But Michelle Kwan? Please.

Rusty:
She made sacrifices to get where she is!

Earlie Cuyler:
Damn it! How many times have we watched Road House this weekend? How many times, Rusty? How damn many?

Rusty:
Four?

Earlie Cuyler:
Damn, that's a lot.