Trailer Park Of Terror Page #5

and you can't give him anything

but disrespect.

Maybe you just ought to apologize

to the reverend.

Get your black ass back on that bed.

- No.

- F***.

Matthew 14:
15.

The Bible says

having sex before marriage is a sin!

Jesus f***ing...

Drinking is a sin!

Drugs is a sin!

John 3:
16, cuss words is a sin!

Acts 12! Jim Beam 40:11. P*ssy's a sin.

F***ing's a sin! Sin! Sin! Sin! Sin! Sin!

Well, Reverend knows best.

So go ahead, apologize to the man.

- Go on! Say you're sorry!

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Okay, okay.

- That's it.

I'm sorry.

So, if I let you go,

you'll stop your sinning ways?

Yes. I'll stop.

I'll stop.

Do you promise in Jesus' name

you'll stop your sinning ways?

Yes.

Rev's dead, a**hole!

Apologies ain't worth sh*t!

- Apologies ain't worth sh*t!

- F*** you!

Go to hell!

Oh, I already been to hell, darling.

I already been to hell.

Did you get all that, Stank?

F***.

I forgot to hit "record."

We've gotta take two.

F***ing idiot, Stank!

You don't do sh*t right,

you jarhead, cracker-ass piece of sh*t!

This is what I get

for making a sh*t-ass deal!

Oh, God!

What the f*** was that?

B*tch got one of my grenades.

- You sure that duct tape's gonna work?

- Yes. It always works.

It don't always work. It don't always work.

- What did you do?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What're you doing, man?

- Where do these go?

That goes on the inside!

- What's wrong with you?

- Here, hold this.

Hey, that don't go there!

Trying to get the leg on.

- Put that back in there.

Roach, you jackass!

What'd I tell you about them claymores?

Damn it, Norma. I ain't in the mood.

It wouldn't have happened

if you hadn't been messing around

with the goddamn things in the first place.

Hey! Now, damn it,

didn't I just say I ain't in the mood?

In case you can't tell,

I'm a little out of sorts.

Hey, f*** the leg.

The arm. The arm, man! The arm!

God damn it, Roach! If you all just listen

to me one goddamn time!

Well, we don't now, do we?

Them days are over.

God damn,

I can't believe I let that b*tch go!

Got blowed up

by my own goddamn claymore!

Just, hey, get my playing arm on

straight now. I feel a song coming on.

That's right.

You gotta play at our wedding.

That is right, Roach.

You gotta play it, all right.

What is that song like? What is it?

- Heart Full Of Dirt.

- Heart Full Of Dirt.

Hot damn, that's it!

And it is gonna be beautiful,

Norma, darling.

It's gonna be beautiful.

I imagine that wedding's gonna be just

as beautiful as you want it to be, Marvin,

'cause it's only gonna be happening

in your head.

- Nobody hurts me like my baby!

- She got you there, Marvin.

Kill me once,

she just keeps right on killing me!

- She'll come around.

- She's coming.

Ain't coming around, Marvin.

You just come when I call.

Oh, now.

You make my south rise again.

What do you think?

Wow! You're beautiful, Norma.

Of course I am.

Too bad you boys

will never have any of this.

Hey! Hey, lover boy.

Get back over here,

and put my ass back together again.

I believe I just had

a little inspiration myself.

Oh, baby, you know you want it

We gonna be some sexy sinners tonight

Come on, now, put your hand on

her leg. Else it won't be all sexy and sh*t.

Don't make Stank beg

Go on, feel that leg

Now head on up. Take your time.

Don't make me ask you twice, boy.

You get on up to that honey pot.

Keep going!

You know you wanna touch her

You know you gonna crush her

Wow, it's getting awful racy now,

don't you think?

Yeah, Stank,

you wanna take it down a notch?

Move it on up.

On up.

Put them hands on her neck.

She's a naughty little b*tch

Go on, scratch that itch

You know you wanna touch her

Yeah, you know you gonna crush her

Don't be a p*ssy. Get on.

- Hold on a sec.

Hold on a sec.

It's time for my close-up.

Hey, there, baby doll.

Go away. Get the f*** away from me.

You know what really turns me on?

Little girls like you.

All right. I tell you what.

Look at me here, son,

I got a deal for you.

- You kill her and I'll let you go.

- Huh?

At least one of you gets away.

Die! Die! Everybody's gonna die

Cry for the camera, don't be shy

Come on, you a**hole!

He can't do it.

Come on, boy.

Don't p*ssy out on us.

F***ing do the job.

You know you ain't leaving

Till her heart stops beating

Die! Die! Everybody's gonna die

Cry for the camera, don't be shy

Shut the f*** up!

Die! Die! Everybody's gonna die

Cry for the camera, don't be shy

Die! Die! Everybody's gonna die

Cry for the camera, don't be shy

Worked out just fine.

Boy's got some meat on him.

You poor pet.

You poor little b*tch.

There, there.

Gotta have me a little company

while I'm working, boy.

You ain't lived

until you've had

a piece of Stank's special jerky.

Now, it ain't quite ready.

Try a piece.

How do you taste?

F*** you! You f***ing freak!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Bridget, come on, we gotta get out of here.

We gotta go!

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t!

I'm sorry.

You're feisty! I like that.

No! Stop! What do you want?

I want your meat, boy!

I found cars, come on!

Howdy, I'm Marv.

P*ssy!

I'm your f***ing bogeyman!

I'll get you, you f***ing b*tch!

Stank's jerky's got a few secrets to making it.

Best damn jerky you'll ever have in your life.

First secret's the marinade.

Stank's special recipe.

See, every jerky takes its own sauce.

Hell, I've decided

you just look like one of them Italian

kind of guys.

This might sting a little bit.

Now, the second secret

is the most important one.

Before my flavored meat

goes into the curing shed,

I do something nobody else does.

Up we go.

- Yeah. See, you get a good piece of meat...

- No!

...you can't just stick it up on a hook.

You gotta give it that little something extra.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the

shadow of death, I shall not fear... Fear...

- You gotta fry it.

- As I walk through the valley...

'Cause everything tastes better fried.

Oh, damn it. Damn it.

F***!

Somebody help me!

Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on.

I didn't say start your f***ing engines!

Start your f***ing engines!

B*tch!

Welcome to the trailer park, b*tch!

Die, you bastards!

Run, b*tch! Run!

Oh, sh*t!

F*** this. F*** this!

You know all I wanted?

All I ever wanted was to be loved

for who I am!

For me, God damn it!

Not just some Goth whore who gives it up!

So I try to fix things

and this is what I f***ing get?

F***ing backwards

redneck zombies from hell!

F***! You know what?

F***ing kill me, you b*tch!

And thanks for the favor!

Pretty girl.

Sun's coming up, Norma.

You go on home now.

Tell them Norma sent you.

Come on.

Darling, let's get you up out of here.

Come on.

Lean on me. There we go.

Nice and easy. Here you go. Here you go.

Lean on me.

I'll get you in there. Nice.

There you are.

Nice, honey, here you go.

Let me get your legs.

One, there's the other one.

All right?

I'll take you to the truck stop,

and you can call somebody

to pick you up from there.

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