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Pull over, Everett.
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Let's give that colored boy a lift.
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You folks going past Tishomingo?
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Sure, hop in.
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How you doin', son? Name's Everett.
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These two soggy sons of bitches are Pete and Delmar.
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Keep your fingers away from Pete's mouth.
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He ain't had nothing to eat for 13 years
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except prison food, gopher, and a little greasy horse.
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Thanks for the lift, sir.
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My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.
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How you doin', Tommy?