Heh heh heh heh heh heh!

Sheriff Hague:

I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back. J.T. Hague:
You don't make that rent so God-Damn high. Sheriff Hague:
We share the recipe, We share the rent. J.T. Hague:
Start at 250 degrees. Sheriff Hague:
[Pulls a note pad and pen out]
I knew it. For how long? J.T. Hague:
12 pounds? Sheriff Hague:
Sure. J.T. Hague:
12 pounds, 12 hours. Sheriff Hague:
Wrapped in tin foil, right? J.T. Hague:
I don't use no goddamn foil. Sheriff Hague:
Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh? J.T. Hague:
Canned. Sheriff Hague:
No Shit? J.T. Hague:
Yeah. Sheriff Hague:
You score me some? J.T. Hague:
Oh Yeah, cause we're brothers. Sheriff Hague:
Thank you for this. J.T. Hague:
You just remember, you got to take this recipe to your grave. Sheriff Hague:
I think I can... goddamn guarantee that. [Dies] J.T. Hague:
Heh heh heh heh heh heh! [Blows up the quarantine chamber]