Bandit:
[walks up the steps to Cletus's house, where his wife, whose hair is in huge curlers, is standing in the doorway]
Well, well, well, hello, Beautiful.
[she stares at him with a stern look on her face]
Bandit:
How about 'Gorgeous?'
Waynette Snow:
You can't have him.
Bandit:
Well, obviously, *you* can.
[indicates the gaggle of kids]
Bandit:
What are you tryin' to do, start another race?
[pushes past her and into the house]
Waynette Snow:
Look, you got Cledus in jail once! Leave us alone!
One of the Snow kids:
[climbs on Bandit's back]
Hi, Uncle Bandit!
Waynette Snow:
He ain't your damned uncle!
[steps on the dog, who whimpers]
Waynette Snow:
One of you damned kids, get this dog out of here!
[Bandit keeps walking toward the bedroom, where Cletus is sleeping]
Waynette Snow:
Dammit, Bandit, *look at me!*
Bandit:
[stops and turns wearily]
I find it hard to look at you, Waynette, very hard. Especially when you've got those things in your hair. Makes me think you're listening to a radio station in Savannah.
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