Sheriff Hague: I was thinking, we could build a new place right there where the old one was. You cook, I work the back.J.T. Hague: You dont make that rent so God-Damn high.Sheriff Hague: We share the recipe, we share the rent.J.T. Hague: Start at 250 degrees.Sheriff Hague: [Pulls a note pad and pen out] I knew it. For how long?J.T. Hague: 12 pounds?Sheriff Hague: Sure.J.T. Hague: 12 pounds, 12 hours.Sheriff Hague: Wrapped in tin foil, right?J.T. Hague: I dont use no goddamn foil.Sheriff Hague: Damn. Tomatoes? Fresh?J.T. Hague: Canned.Sheriff Hague: No Shit?J.T. Hague: Yeah.Sheriff Hague: You score me some?J.T. Hague: Oh Yeah, cause were brothers.Sheriff Hague: Thank you for this.J.T. Hague: You just remember, you got to take this recipe to your grave.Sheriff Hague: I think I can... goddamn guarantee that.[Dies]J.T. Hague: Heh heh heh heh heh heh![Blows up the quarantine chamber]