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 faggot?
Roy:
No.
Otis:
Well, what are ya then? I mean you got this hot, piece of ass shaking her shit 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' Mark Twain shit, 'cause it's definitely gettin' chiseled on your tombstone. okay, come on, Mama. Take that shit 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 assholes is going to die. Come on, come on.
Baby:
Shit, 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... fucking 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, shit stain! Gotta go! Come on! God damn it!
