:11:03
I suppose it'd be
the acme of foolishness
:11:06
to ask if you had a hair net.
:11:08
We got a bunch in yon bureau.
:11:10
Mrs Hogwallop's, matter of fact.
:11:13
(Sniffs) Help yourself.
I won't be needing 'em.
:11:17
# You are my sunshine
:11:19
# My only sunshine
:11:22
# You make me happy
:11:25
# When skies are grey... #
:11:26
- (Man outside) All right, boys!
:11:29
(Dog barking)
:11:30
How's my hair?
:11:31
(Man) It's the authorities!
We got you surrounded.
:11:36
Damn, we're in a tight spot.
:11:38
(Lawman) Just come on out
and grab at air!
:11:41
And don't try nothin' fancy.
:11:43
Your situation
is pretty nigh hopeless.
:11:46
- Damn! We're in a tight spot!
- What in the Sam Hill...?
:11:49
Pete's cousin turned us in.
:11:51
What the hell you sayin'?!
:11:52
Wash is kin!
:11:54
(Wash) Sorry, Pete!
:11:55
I know we're kin,
but they got this depression on.
:11:59
I got to do for me and mine.
:12:01
I'm gonna kill you,
Judas Iscariot Hogwallop!
:12:05
You miserable,
horse-eatin' son of a...
:12:09
Damn! We're in a tight spot!
:12:11
Damn his eyes!
:12:13
Pa always said,
"Never trust a Hogwallop."
:12:16
Come and get us, coppers!
:12:19
(Pete groans)
:12:20
(Lawman) You leave us no choice
but to smoke you out.
:12:24
(Everett) We're in a tight spot.
:12:25
Light her up!
:12:27
(Everett) Hold up!
Ain't you ever heard of negotiatin'?
:12:30
We could talk this thing out.
I hate fire!
:12:32
(Pete) You lousy, yella-bellied...
(Everett) Pete, we need one voice.
:12:37
Careful with that fire!
:12:41
(Lawman) Light the loft, son.
:12:43
Aah! I hate fire!
:12:45
Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin',
motherless spawn of hell!
:12:49
(Man) Step back. Damn it. Look out.
:12:52
Holy Saint Christopher!
:12:54
Get away from that,
she's liquid fire!
:12:56
(Popping)
:12:58
- (Rounds go off)
- Take cover, boys! It ain't popcorn!