Big Money Rustlas (2010)

Monoxide: Dusty Poot

Quotes 

• 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!