All right, hold it right there! Not you, dum-dum! Somebody please shut the goddamn door....

Clark: [Deputy Brookside tries to keep the parents outside, but they push the door of the sheriff's office open and Clark draws his shotgun at them] All right, hold it right there!
[Brookside fearfully holds his hands up to surrender]
Clark: Not you, dum-dum!
Sheriff Niebold: Somebody please shut the goddamn door.
Hazel Chandler: [wearily] Oh, I need a drink.
Big Bubba Jones: Got beer in the ice box.
Hazel Chandler: Oh, good, Honey, would you get me one?
Dorrit Kurtz: [noticing Clark is still cautiously aiming his shotgun at the parents] Do not point the gun at me.
Willie Kurtz: He is pointing the gun because he is a policeman. Do not tell a policeman not to point a gun.
Sheriff Niebold: [annoyed] Put it down.
Dolores Westerby: [impatiently] Okay, sheriff, where are they?
Sheriff Niebold: Now, I know you're worried because I am, too. My kid is out there, too. Now, what they're doing is showing off to each other. Now, this is not a theft, it's just an...
Big Bubba Jones: [to Hazel] BA-LONEY.
Sheriff Niebold: Now, look, when those kids took that car...
[the parents begin angrily shouting protests]
Sheriff Niebold: HOLD IT! LOOK! I told you outside, I can't talk to you all at one time, so if you will just file into the waiting room, I will talk to you ONE at a time.
[Sam Chandler playfully slaps Dolores' behind to her surprise as they all start to go in]
Old Timer: Come on, Harry! That's not a waiting room! That's a goddamn drunk tank!
Sheriff Niebold: [to the old timer] Or you can go home and wait for my call