8-Act 2 S3

The Sheriff is sitting at a desk.ED EARL: Neighbourly my hind foot! You and everybody else in this town’s been snoopin’ around like you’d been hired to write a book. I could use me a little goddamn peace and quiet round here, ‘cause I got me some hard thinkin’ to do.

CJ: Dammit Sheriff, you can’t hear nothin’ except this talk about the Chicken Ranch.Why it’s like a broke
record. CHICKEN RANCH. CHICKEN RANCH. CHICKEN RANCH. CHICKEN RANCH. Now
what the hell you gonna do about it?
SHERIFF: Scruggs, there’s some folks just won’t do to fart with and I’m one of ‘em. Now you just leave the lawin’ to me. CJ: But nobodies buyin’ nothin’. People just standin’ ‘round in clumps, wringing their 30 hands and talkin’ bout this damned mess.

DOATSEY: She ain’t got a handful of supporters left Ed Earl.
CJ: See there?