The Devil's Rejects Page #5
of a horrific multiple murder.
- No telling how many...
- God damn it!
F***!
...in the process
of recovering the corpses
which are in varying states
of decomposition.
as a sign of a mass homicide.
Come on, honey.
Mommy has to get to work.
If I'm late one more time,
Mr. McDonnell is gonna can my ass.
I am hurrying!
I dropped something.
Will you get in the car?!
Okay, come on, let's go get in.
- Mom, a clown.
- Yeah yeah, a clown.
Oh... hi.
Hi. I'm gonna have to
be taking your car today.
See, I have some
top-secret clown business
that supersedes any plans that you
might have for this here vehicle.
What's that about clown business?
Do I stutter, b*tch?
Jamie, get in the car.
Lock the door.
Where the hell you going?
Damn it.
Don't you never turn your back
on a f***ing clown
- when he's talking to you!
- Get your f***ing hands off of me!
What's the matter, kid?
Don't you like clowns?
Why? Don't we
make you laugh?
Aren't we f***ing funny?
You best come up with an answer
'cause I'm gonna come back here
and check on you and your mama.
If you ain't got a reason
why you hate clowns,
I'm gonna kill your
whole f***ing family.
All right, now get
your f***ing ass out the car!
Go on!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Sh*t! Woo!
Chinese, Japanese,
dirty knees, look at these.
Chinese, Japanese,
dirty knees, look at these.
Chinese, Japanese,
dirty knees, look at these.
Hoss, are you staring
at my sister thinking bad thoughts?
No.
Why not? You a f*ggot?
No.
Well, what are you?
I mean, you got this hot piece of ass
shaking her sh*t right
in front of you
and you're not getting any ideas?
What do you call that?
I'm a married man.
A married f***ing man.
Hey, that's just great!
Let's give him a big round
of applause, folks, for the married man!
- Come on!
Woo! Married man!
All right. Wow.
Okay, Mama,
front and center, on your feet.
Don't hurt her.
Get on your feet.
Come on.
Let's go.
Please, mister,
this is insane.
Boy... the next word
better be some brilliant
f***ing Mark Twain sh*t,
'cause it's definitely getting
chiseled on your tombstone.
Okay, come on, Mama.
Take that sh*t off,
let's see what's been holding Hoss's
balls at attention all these years.
What?
What? Take off your clothes,
or one of these a**holes
is going to die.
Come on, come on.
Sh*t, way to go, Roy!
She ain't too bad.
She got a tight
little ass on her!
And she got some
child-rearing hips.
Huh, yeah, hey.
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't hurt me.
Here, ooh, Jeez.
Roy, beginning to see what you mean.
Whoa.
Please don't hurt me.
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