Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this....

[two drunken bikers sit down near Ennis, Alma, and their daughters at the fireworks show] Biker #1: Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this. Biker #2: All swelled up with patriotic feeling and ready to be humped like a frog. Biker #1: So where you figure the most pussy's at - Las Vegas or California? Biker #2: Hell, I don't know. But if you make it between Wyoming and Montana, I'd pick Wyoming in a minute. Ennis Del Mar: Hey, you might wanna keep it down. I got two little girls here. Biker #1: Fuck you! Asshole. [to his friend] Biker #1: Probably quit givin' it to his wife after his kids was born. You know what that's like? Alma Beers Del Mar: Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay? Ennis Del Mar: [to bikers] Now, I don't want no trouble from you. You need to shut your slop-bucket mouths, you hear me? Biker #2: You oughta listen to your old lady, then. Ennis Del Mar: Is that right? Biker #1: Yeah. Move somewhere else. [Ennis gets up and kicks the first biker hard in the face, then turns angrily on the second one] Ennis Del Mar: How about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth? Huh? Biker #2: [backing off and leaving] Not tonight, bud. I'd sure rather not.