It's the stew that's got me thinking. Now how long did you say Minnie's been gone, a week?...

Major Marquis Warren: [to Joe Gage, Bob and Oswaldo] It's the stew that's got me thinking. [to Bob] Major Marquis Warren: Now how long did you say Minnie's been gone, a week? Bob: Si. Major Marquis Warren: You see, my mama used to make stew and it always tasted the same, no matter to me. There was another fella on the plantation, Uncle Charley, he made stew, too. And like my mama, I ate his stew from the time I was a whipper 'till I was a full-grown man. And no matter to me, it always tasted like Uncle Charley's stew. [pause] Major Marquis Warren: Now I ain't had Minnie's stew in like six months, so I ain't no expert... [Warren points towards the pot of stew] Major Marquis Warren: But that damn sure is Minnie's stew. So if Minnie is on the northside just visiting her mama for a week, how'd she make the stew this morning? And this... [Warren touches Sweet Dave's chair] Major Marquis Warren: This is Sweet Dave's chair. When I sat in it earlier, I couldn't believe it. Nobody sits in Sweet Dave's chair. This may be Minnie's place, but this is damn sure Sweet Dave's chair. And if he went to the northside, I'm pretty goddamned sure this chair'd be going with him. [Warren starts taking the blankets and skins off of the top of the chair, revealing a huge blood stain soaked underneath] Sheriff Chris Mannix: [to Warren] What's in the chair? Major Marquis Warren: Just what I thought. Sweet Dave's goddamn blood!