I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I...

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]

right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back. You don't make that rent so goddamn high. We share the recippe, we share the rent. Start at 250 degrees. I knew it. For how long? - 12 pounds? - Sure. 12 pounds, 12 hours. Wrapped in tin foil, right? I don't use no goddamn foil. Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh? Canned. - No shit? - Yeah. You score me some? Oh, yeah. 'Cause we're brothers. Thank you for this. You just remember... you got to take this recipe to your grave. I think I can... goddamn guarantee that.