Farmer:
What's your favorite passage?
Chris Monsanto:
I'm sorry, what?
Farmer:
From the book.
Chris Monsanto:
Oh, the book. Right. Uh, well, I guess I'd have to say, um...my favorite passage is, um....Jesus 1. You know, where it all started.
Farmer:
Hmm. [to America] And yours?
America:
You know, I sell them so fast, I never get to read them. But I hear great things! Say, what do you call this stuff, corn?
Farmer:
Uh-huh. If you'll excuse me. [suspiciously leaves]
Farmer's Wife:
You boys ain't no bible salesmen. I don't know what you're up to, but you best your scruds on those plates before my husband gets back, or else things gonna turn real bad real quick.
Chris Monsanto:
Scruds? What?
Farmer's Wife:
Quit foolin'! Plate them scruds! Now!
America:
I -- I -- I guess --
[as Chris and America pull their pants down to plate the scruds, Farmer comes back to bring alarming news]
Farmer's Wife:
Excuse me. [leaves]
Farmer:
My sister's gone crazy! She makes pretend to be her husband. If you don't take them scruds off them plates right now, her *real* husband gonna come back, and it ain't gonna be pretty -- Not as pretty as them scruds of yours, I guarantee you that.
Chris Monsanto:
What the hell are you talking about?
Farmer:
Too late!
Real Farmer's Husband:
[gunshot] Who's been putting scruds on my dining table?
[Chris and America take cover]
America:
These hillbillies is nuts! What do we do, Chris?
[Chris grabs a knife and throws it at the Real Farmer's Husband to death]
Farmer:
[to Chris] You killed my brother-in-law, scruds and all!
America:
Oh, uh, heart! [grabs a knife and kills the Farmer in the heart]
Farmer's Wife:
Thank you, boys! My nightmare's over. You're welcome to stay the night.
[Chris and America shrugs it off after what just happened]