O'Dell:
Besides, didn't your dad say no more rockets?
Homer:
No, he said no more rockets on company property.
O'Dell:
Do you realize how far we'd have to go to be off company property?
Homer:
Yeah, we'd have to go to Snakeroot.
Quentin:
Snakeroot? That's eight miles!
Homer:
It's not *that* far. I mean we could walk if we had to...
O'Dell:
Hey, walk! Heh! That's a great idea!
Homer:
Come on let's go!
Roy Lee:
Wait the hell up, will you Homer? Now I got about as much chance of winning that science fair as you do winning a football scholarship. I know I'm gonna be a miner. I've known my entire life. What the hell's so bad about mining coal anyway?
Homer:
Nothing Roy Lee. It's great. That's why your stepdaddy is the biggest drunk in West Virginia! I mean, come on guys! You know the mine'll kill you!
[to Quentin]
Homer:
You ever hear the story about how O'Dell's dad died?
Roy Lee:
Homer... will you forget it, man?
O'Dell:
Shut up, Homer.
Homer:
Piece of slate caught him right in the neck... and it cut his head clear off.
O'Dell:
[tackles Homer]
You son of a bitch!
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