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- Reverend.
- Sheriff.
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- Alan, thanks for coming!
- Afternoon, Father.
:25:31
- Hi, Sheriff.
- I got this in the mail this morning.
:25:36
"Listen up, you mackerel snapper. "
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- Excuse me.
- "We've tried to reason with you...
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"... but it's been no use.
We have put up with your Popish idolatry...
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"... and even with your licentious worship
of the Babylon whore...
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"... but now you've gone too far. "
:25:53
"Babylon whore. "
I mean, saints preserve us.
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"Heed our warning.
Give up your plan to turn this town...
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"... into a den of thieves and gamblers,
or you will smell the brimstone.
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"'The wicked shall be turned into hell. '
Psalms 9:17.
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"The concerned Baptist men
of Castle Rock. "
:26:12
It's that idiot, Reverend Willie Rose.
:26:14
Maybe you shouldn't have
called it "Casino Night. "
:26:16
For God's sake, Alan.
It's only a little charity gambling.
:26:20
I mean, I don't know why
it upsets the Baptists so.
:26:22
I'll go talk to Rever...
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When I was younger,
people got along better!
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I'll go talk to him.
I'll get to the bottom of it.
:26:30
You do that, Alan.
:26:32
And when you do,
you tell Rose that if he tries to bump us...
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...he'll find out just how hard
we "mackerel snappers" can bump back!
:26:42
Pete, get me a gobbler from the pen!
I feel like turkey tonight.
:26:48
You feel like turkey every night, Wilma.