Everett
[after performing Man of Constant Sorrow]
Woo! Hot Damn, son I believe you did sell your soul to the devil.
Lund
Woooooooo-wee. Boy, that was a miiiighty fine a-pickin' and a-singin'. I'll tell you what, you come on in here and sign these papers here and I'm a gonna you ten dollars a piece.
Everett
Uh, okay sir. But Murt and Aloysius will have to sign Xes as only four of us can write.
