:18:03
Cos you're standing in horse shit.
:18:05
Oh, fuck off, God damn it!
:18:07
All over my brand-new kegs, goddamn!
:18:11
Hey, Candy, go get me a Kleenex
or somethin'. Fuck all y'all, bastards.
:18:16
None of your parents were married,
you bitches.
:18:27
Perfect. No signal.
:18:32
You need a wider lens for that.
:18:34
- Ah, you're jealous.
- Dream on.
:19:06
Hold it right there. Don't move!
:19:10
Now turn around slowly, boy.
:19:14
You got a lot of nerve,
intruding on a man's grief.
:19:18
I bet I could pull this trigger right now
and call it justifiable homicide.
:19:23
Now, who are you?
:19:25
You know who I am, you invited me.
:19:28
I'm your son, Lorene's son.
:19:32
Ain't nobody mentioned that name
on this farm in fifteen years.
:19:37
My boy was taken from me.
:19:40
Far as I'm concerned he's dead.
:19:43
Now I'm not gonna ask you again -
who are you?
:19:47
I'm Joseph MacDonald.
:19:51
Joseph MacDonald.
:19:54
That's right, boy.
:19:56
And don't you ever forget it.