Dusty Poot Quotes in Big Money Rustlas (2010)

Dusty Poot: Can a killa get a hotdog?

Dusty Poot: Big Baby, I don't know what it is about you, but getting chips has been sho' easy with you.

Big Baby Chips: You know, you're right, Poot. It is easy getting paid in this town. Too easy, and for far too long. I sense a terrible trouble coming this way, which could mean problems, for me and my motherfuckin' moneyyyyyyyy!

Sheriff Fred Freckles: Of course you know there are no guns allowed within Mud Bug city limits...

Big Baby Chips: Yeah? So?

Raw Stank: So motherfuckin' what, man?

Dusty Poot: Yeah, so the BUCK what?

Sheriff Fred Freckles: Well, it's just that I'm gonna have to ask you to hand over your weapons to me.

[entire saloon breaks out in laughter, then quiets down]

Sheriff Fred Freckles: I'm being serious now.

Big Baby Chips: Oh, okay, sheriff.

[brings out his pistol for him to take]

Big Baby Chips: Here you go.

Sheriff Fred Freckles: Thank you.

[as he reaches for it, Big Baby immediately flips it over and shoots Freckles' hat off his head, saloon laughs again]

Big Baby Chips: You know, if you weren't so damn entertaining, I'd have to KILL yo' ass!

Raw Stank: [while the two are in jail] Man, this is some straight up bullshit, man! Just wait 'til Big Baby come up in here and fuck you up, Sugar Waffle!

Dusty Poot: Yeah, he gon' bust yo' ass!

Raw Stank: And what's up on getting something to eat up in this bitch? I can't get no motherfuckin' rabbit? No squirrel stew? Nothin'?

Dusty Poot: Can a killa get a hot dog? Or maybe a frog at the end of that bitch-ass stick you wieldin'?

Raw Stank: And what's up on my motherfuckin' phone call?

Dusty Poot: Bitch! They ain't even invented phones yet!

Raw Stank: Not even the wind-up ones?

Dusty Poot: [after Sugar slaps Stank] Oh shit! That's like police brutality and shi -

[Sugar slaps Poot, hectic, looking around]

Dusty Poot: Holy shit! Where the fuck did that come from?

Dusty Poot: You super-slap-happy-Sugar-silly-ass-Waffle!

Bucky: [being held at gunpoint by Stank, Poot and Hack] Guys, what about me? Can I go? These guys are going.

Raw Stank: No, we gon' keep yo' ass to send a motherfuckin' message to Sugar Waffle!

Bucky: Oh, that's great news! I take good dictation!

Dusty Poot: Good! Well, tell him we said this, bitch!

[the three open fire]

Raw Stank: Listen up, people! We got a special treat for y'all! Here, at the Mud Bug Hootenanny Hoedown!

Dusty Poot: Playin' the twin-barrel machine guns with that sweeeeeet salsa twist...

Raw Stank: Ya' big homie...

Dusty Poot: The one, the only...

Raw Stank: [in unison with Poot] ... Big Baby Chips!

Big Baby Chips: [emerges from inside the piano with machine gun in each hand] THE WICKED CLOWNS WILL NEVER DIE, MUTHAFUCKAS!