Quotes
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Scooter Lindley : [pointing an assault rifle at McKinley] Get away from that car or I'll drink your blood!
SOD McKinley : [nervously] What'cha got there, son? That's not... real, is it?
[Scooter turns, fires a shot in the air, and turns back to McKinley]
Scooter Lindley : Get 'em up!
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SOD McKinley : I'll try to be quick. In case you haven't noticed, we have a motorcycle convention moving in and let's face it, you didn't come here to listen to me talk.
Perfect Tommy : You're right.
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SOD McKinley : You are... John YaYa. And you... John Small Berries.
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SOD McKinley : Geez! What the hell is going on here, Bigboot? Where's my bomber?
John Bigbooté : BigbooTAY. John O'Connor, put this on the track.
SOD McKinley : Hey, I don't give a flying handshake what your name is. I'm here to see a bomber. This sure ain't it.
John Bigbooté : Let's go back upstairs to my office and talk about this like two reasonable beings.
SOD McKinley : Now, you listen to me. Your private life, that's your own concern, but I'm here to see a bomber, and I'm damned sure going to see it now. Look at this place! Don't you have any pride? It's like a damn pig-sty in here!
John Bigbooté : It's not my goddamn planet. Understand, monkey boy?
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SOD McKinley : I don't give a flying handshake what your name is.