Ralph Coleman:
[Mason and David are walking the poachers out of camp at gunpoint]
Pick up a few bars of that Irish Spring the next time you're in town! What a stink!
Al Coleman:
Yeah, we'll cripple you for life if you come back here again. These are my woods!
Ralph Coleman:
Al, your woods are full of maggots!
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