Sheriff Joe Bob Thomas: Poachin' and killin's two different things.
T.J. Bracken: Ain't much difference killin' gators or killin' coonies. Just a little messier, that's all.
Deputy - Billy Boy: You reckon we'd better get some more men to back us up, Pa?
Sheriff Joe Bob Thomas: Hell, no, she's only one girl. Best to keep this thing quiet. No use upsettin' everybody.
Deputy - Billy Boy: What you reckon them Brackens gonna do, Pa?
Sheriff Joe Bob Thomas: I don't know. T.J.'s a mean old bastard, and Pete and Leroy, I think, are just sick in the head.
Deputy - Billy Boy: Gonna stop 'em, T.J.?
T.J. Bracken: Ain't no business o' mine. Boys'll be boys. 'Sides, they ain't gonna do nothin' she wouldn't want 'em to do.
Deputy - Billy Boy: She ain't got no choice. She either screws us, or she gets behind bars. Puttin' a wildcat like that behind bars is bad.
Ben Bracken: Yeah, Leroy tried to get him a piece o' her. You know what she did? She cut his balls off!
Deputy - Billy Boy: That's 'cause your brother's stupid. We ain't stupid.
T.J. Bracken: Must be somethin' mighty bad make you want to go all the way back there for some gal. I'll admit she's pretty as her Ma, but hey, man, coon ass comes a whole lot easier than that!
T.J. Bracken: Pete Bracken! I oughta kill you, ya horny bastard! That there's your sister! What the hell you tryin'a do? Get her knocked up with some dimwit kid turn out like you? Huh?
Sheriff Joe Bob Thomas: Dammit, Billy Boy, how many times have I told you to leave that Cajun alone? Her daddy and her daddy's daddy's been huntin' these gators in these swamps for a hundred years. And ain't me or no newfangled law's gonna change that! Now it's murder. I've gotta go in and drag that wildcat out, and the only way you get those swamp rats out is dead!
