Pettibon:
This has come as quite a setback for us; it was too easy.
Speed:
Ain't nothin' in the rules about *easy*, Mr. Pettibon.
Chaney:
[putting on his shirt]
Anything wrong?
Pettibon:
What's wrong, Mr. Chaney, is that you're too good. You're a ringer, Mr. Chaney.
Speed:
Dammit, my man won fair and square; give us our money, goddammit!
Poe:
[noticing several Cajuns walking up behind Pettibon]
Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.
[notices one of the Cajuns has a pistol]
Poe:
Somebody always brings a gun.
Speed:
[being pulled toward the car by Poe and Gayleen]
Oh, yeah! Well, the next time I come to this coonass place, I'm goin' to bring a gun!
Pettibon:
[laughing]
You do that, Speed; just make sure it's a great big one.
[to his men]
Pettibon:
That's how it's done.
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