Otis B. Driftwood Hoss, I want you to pray to your God. I want you to pray that he comes to save you. I want lightning to come down and crash upon my ****in' head! Otis B. Driftwood Forget it, there is no ****in' ice cream in your ****in' future. [Cut to Spaulding and Baby in the car with ice cream, Otis looks annoyed] Otis B. Driftwood "Baby I set my standards pretty low, so I'm never disappointed."