Chris Vaughn:
Get your tail-lights fixed, sir.
Jay Hamilton:
What's wrong with my tail-lights?
Chris Vaughn:
[
Vaughn smashes the tail-lights with a 4X4] They're broken.
[
Chris throws casino guard against a truck]
Chris Vaughn:
Search him.
Ray Templeton:
Oh.
[
he frisks casino guard]
Ray Templeton:
Woooo. You've been working out?
[
to Hamilton]
Chris Vaughn:
You're wrong. This is my town.
Chris Vaughn:
[
after knocking Hamilton out in the woods] This is my town. You're under arrest.
Chris Vaughn:
Ray-Ray!
Ray Templeton:
Hello, puddin!
Ray Templeton:
Yeah, casinos are all the same. Room full of fake boobs and real assholes.
Burke:
[
to Ray] You stabbed me with a potato peeler!
Sheriff Stan Watkins:
[
after Chris wins the election, he pulls up to address the police force] Sheriff.
Chris Vaughn:
Watkins.
Sheriff Stan Watkins:
You won the election. Congratulations. But we do have a tradition of professional courtesy up here. And I can personally vouch for each and every one of these men. They're good deputies.
Chris Vaughn:
You're all fired.
Ray Templeton:
[
while frisking Booth and ending up by the Booth's rear end] Whoooo hooo! Somebody needs a bath!
Jay Hamilton:
You know what my new favorite sound is going to be? The sound of you screaming like a bitch!
Sheriff Stan Watkins:
[
after he and his men shoot up the sheriff's office] Hey, sheriff! You home?
Chris Vaughn:
I'm not gonna let this stand.
Jay Hamilton:
Do you get tired of being all that you can be?
Chris Vaughn:
No, I'm still all that I can be.
Jay Hamilton:
Oh yeah? We'll just see about that...
[
after Chris' truck is blown up by Watkins]
Booth:
[
at Chris] A truck for a truck! A truck for a truck!
[
Chris throws a 2x4 through a window, shattering it. Chris is standing behind it]
Jay Hamilton:
I guess that changes our relationship a bit, huh?
[
Chris and Ray have torn up Booth's truck as Booth is tied to chair and forced to watch]
Booth:
You're gonna get hurt!
[
Booth growls at Chris and Ray; they laugh]
Ray Templeton:
[
laughing] What an idiot!
[
Chris has just lost a football game]
Pete Vaughn:
Maybe next time, eh?
[
Chris walks over]
Chris Vaughn:
Maybe next time, I won't catch you smoking weed in the bleachers.
[
Chris has been captured by Jay's men; he lays on a table. Booth produces a craft knife]
Burke:
What are you doing?
Booth:
Special forces, special treatment!
Burke:
This guy knows Hamilton!
Burke, Booth:
[
Booth grunts as he starts to cut into Chris' mid-section; Chris screams and struggles]
Booth:
[
to Burke] Hold him!
[
Chris' screams continue]
[
Chris has been found innocent in court. He grabs the 2x4 used as evidence in the case and takes the evidence tag off]
Chris Vaughn:
This is mine.
[
Ray is visiting the injured Chris' hospital bed]
Chris Vaughn:
Nice homecoming party...
Ray Templeton:
I dunno if haven't noticed, but this ain't exactly home any more.
Chris Vaughn:
I grew up in this town, people used to walk tall in this town, they wouldn't have traded the mill for a crooked casino and they wouldn't have stood around while drugs were being sold to kids.
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