they ain't liquor salesmen. they're
you'll never find out who did it.
no. you underestimate these grass niggers. they're killing each other. that's all they do. get drunk and kill each other. then cover for each other. who gives a damn really as long as they stay on their reservation. you ask me, the government shouldn't care one particle.
that set-to you saw out front, was nothin' more than a message we were sendin' to the sonsabitches that are divertin' water from the river.
you fellas are here to investigate a indian crime, you should keep to indian land, and talk to them, not us. but you wanna drink here and shoot stick here, that's your right, and we respect that. come on, son, we're up on the table.
no! no, you butt holes! he ain't skin! he ain't skin!