The Devil's Rejects Page #4

Trust me, fella, that ain't

the only thing I do with this mouth.

Don't tell me that!

What? Say that again.

That I ain't the only thing

I do with this mouth.

It's so depressing.

Let's talk about some of the symbols

of these groups

like the inverted cross

or the pentagram

or the number 666

left at the scene of the crime.

What do you

think about that?

This is not

an isolated incident.

Well, members of these cults

realize they have no chance

of attacking God directly.

- So the next best thing...

- Adam, could you switch this?

- I can't stand to hear about this.

- What do I look like, Roy?

I'm Sullivan,

Roy Sullivan.

Well... Roy Sullivan.

You gonna take me

back to your room and play with me?

My wife's in that room.

Or is my brother

gonna have to shoot

your f***ing teeth

out of your head?

Okay, let's go, Hoss.

Move it.

Just makes me sick

to my stomach to think

that we live in a world

where there are Satanic cults.

Come on, Gloria,

it's a bunch of crap.

- I don't know.

- Look at these two idiots.

They're just exaggerating all this sh*t

to try and kick up ratings.

They wanna get people scared

so they stay at home,

buy TV dinners.

F*** me running.

I don't know about that.

That business down in Ruggsville...

Ruggsville?

Ruggsville can kiss my ass.

Ain't nothing but a bunch

of local cousin-f***ers

corn-holing the livestock.

Could you just switch it

for me anyway, please?

Jesus Christ, I don't know

how Roy puts up with your sh*t.

What is taking Roy

so long, anyway?

- Hey!

- On the bed now!

- Get on the bed!

- Let me check my... all right.

- Easy!

- What's going on here, Roy?

Shut up! Did I tell you

to f***ing speak?

- Hey! Hey! Quiet! Quiet!

- Did I tell you you could talk?

Roy, what the hell is this?

- God damn it, look at that jacket.

- What?

On TV.

- Well, f*** the TV.

- F*** the TV? F*** you!

Will you keep your head

on the business at hand?

- Who's in the shower?

- That's my wife!

- God damn it!

- Don't f*** with. 22.

What are you gonna do, man?

What the f*** are you gonna do?

I wanna know what the f***

are you gonna do?

Wendy!

Get the f*** out of here!

Don't hurt her, please.

Is this everyone?

Hey, Roy. Open up.

I got some of that Dr. Corndog's

hickory-smoked jerky.

Who the f*** is that?

That's Jimmy.

He's our roadie.

- I forgot all about him.

Baby, you all right?

Now I know

I can't trust you!

I'll get him.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry. I got the wrong room.

I'm looking for

room number two.

No, you got the right room.

Come on in.

- Is Roy in there?

- Roy's in here, all right. Come on in.

Get your ass in here!

On your knees!

Roy, help...

Shut up!

We're at the scene

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