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Professor Ackerman:
Unprecedented, historical categories. More Americans died in the so-called Civil War than in the two World Wars combined. 618, Although popular media usually portrays the Civil War as a series of epic battles for honor and glory the reality is far from either. General Sherman's march through South Carolina alone cost over 8,000 innocent Southerners their lives.
Anderson Lee:
I love the smell of cow shit in the morning. Take it all in boys. Sniff it. All right, all right, all right. I know what I am gonna write my term paper on. "Cow Shit of the South: The Smell of Victory."
Nelson Elliot:
Dudes! The whole point was getting away from history class.
Anderson Lee:
[looking at a map] The way I see it... if we drive through the night we'll be quaffing beers by noon and boffing chicks by 5:
Gas Station Attendant:
Pushin' up daisies by midnight.
Rufus:
Any more luggage, boy?
Malcolm:
Boy? Ain't y'all motherfuckers ever heard of the Civil Rights Movement?
Rufus:
Is that like anything like a bowel movement?
Kat:
Is this some hillbilly reality show type of thing?
Harper Alexander:
You know this is Georgia, Miss Pussycat.
Harper Alexander:
My daddy proposed to my mama right here on this spot.
Kat:
My daddy proposed to my mom in the back of a '69 Chevy.
Kat:
I think this might be taking it just a little bit too far.
Harper Alexander:
Frankly, Miss Pussy, I don't give a damn.
Rufus:
Now. Daddy. Daddy, don't mind Lester none. I got full confidence in him.
Mayor Buckman:
Son, one time I had full confidence in a fart. Shit all over myself.
[Ricky is about to get skewered]
Mayor Buckman:
I see our barb-a-cuties got the skewering rod raring to go.
Malcolm:
Pleasant Valley. Hmm. More like Death Valley.
Malcolm:
Either one of you inbred country fucks knows where my woman is... better tell me now.
Strolling Minstrel A, Strolling Minstrel B:
[singing] The boy wants his bitch / Yeah, the boy wants his bitch / Sad, sad thing / A boy without his bitch.
Mayor Buckman:
Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm:
Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
Anderson Lee:
I'll take your glory and honor. And I'll shove it right up your ass.
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Hucklebilly:
Damn Yankees.
Mayor Buckman:
This ain't my first barbeque, son! And it surely won't be my last!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
