Planet Terror (2007)

Jeff Fahey: J.T.

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Quotes 

• J.T. Hague : That boy's got the devil in him.

• J.T. Hague : Hey, hey. You want some barbeque? Best in Texas.

  Cherry Darling : Oh, no thanks.

  J.T. Hague : What's the matter? You don't eat meat?

  Cherry Darling : Oh, I eat meat. I also eat lots of shit.

  [grins] 

  Cherry Darling : See that?

  J.T. Hague : What's that?

  Cherry Darling : Shit-eating grin.

  J.T. Hague : [laughs]  You ought to be a comedian.

  Cherry Darling : What do you think of the leg?

  J.T. Hague : [laughs]  Sure is funny.

• [repeated line] 

  J.T. Hague : Best in Texas.

• J.T. Hague : You're the second person to show up tonight.

  El Wray : Who's the first?

  J.T. Hague : [nods to Cherry]  Right there. Must be passin' through. Seems only strangers eat here.

  El Wray : [picking up his coffee]  I still eat here, J.T.

  J.T. Hague : Oh, yeah, you sure do. By the way, don't choke on all that food you're eatin'.

• 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] 

• Sheriff Hague : You cook that meat at 250 degrees don't you?

  J.T. Hague : I don't remember. I set the heat with my hands.

  Sheriff Hague : You give me that recipe or I'll raise your rent higher than a Georgia pine.

  J.T. Hague : Brother, ain't no Texan's ever gonna give you his BBQ recipe, that's a fact! He'll take it to his grave! I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig and I ain't gonna tell ya! I could be dyin' in your arms and I ain't gonna tell ya!

  [hangs up phone] 

  J.T. Hague : Heh heh heh!

  Sheriff Hague : [to himself]  We'll see about that.

• J.T. Hague : Grab the slaw! Can't have a barbeque without the slaw!

  Babysitter Twin #1 : We need guns!

  [J.T. hands both babysitter twins large, pump-action, shotguns] 

  Babysitter Twin #2 : Fucking cool!

• J.T. Hague : [after checking out Tammy]  Now THAT'S a rump roast.