Sam Whitemoon:
It's okay. There's nobody else around. We're outta here. We're outta here, Fatso! We're outta here, man! We're outta here for good!
[aims his shotgun at the general store]
Sam Whitemoon:
No more of this baloney, man.
[shoots a section of the store]
Sam Whitemoon:
No more eatin' dust for a living.
[shoots another section of the store]
Sam Whitemoon:
There ain't no dust in Hollywood, man.
[shoots another section of the store]
Sam Whitemoon:
And there ain't no damn tribe of Tommin', wimpy red men, neither!
[aims his shotgun at the Chief Wood'nhead statue and not only shoots a little piece off, but also spills the can of red paint]
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