This ain't nothin' compared to the summer of '88. It was so hot, all the chickens was layin' fried eggs and babies was cryin' sawdust. Things got so bad, the whole state of Texas lit on fire. So I hightailed it up to Kansas...
Does this story have a point? Or does it just go on and on and on like this stinkin' desert?
Yeah, this story has a point. I blew out the dang fire! You know, I'm gettin' sick and tired of you complaining and whining all the time!
I'm lost in a giant barbeque pit and I don't know what's going to kill me first: the heat, the thirst, or having' to listen to your inceseant yammerin!
You stay out of this you-you contest loser! What did you call me?!
[Paul and Henry start to fight]
You're nothing but a big fat quitter! QUITTER, QUITTER, QUITTER!
