Mr. Horn, I realize that your position in this fair community pretty well guarantees

venality and sincerity and a rather irritating method of expressing yourself.

Stupidity, however, is not a necessarily inherent trait.

Therefore, please listen closely.

You can have a funeral any old time.

You dig a hole, you plant a coffin.

I, however, cannot perform these tests next year,

next month, next week, or tomorrow.

I must perform them now.

I've got a lot of cutting and pasting to do, gentlemen, so please,

why don't you return to your porch rockers and resume whittling?

That does it.

I'm taking charge of the body, and you don't touch Laura from this moment on.

The hell do you?

Gentlemen, gentlemen. What's going on? Thank God. Cooper, this old fool is obstructing a criminal investigation. Cuff him.

You won't release Laura's body for the funeral. He's not human. What's the holdup?

Please, Cooper. I do not suffer fools gladly

and fools with badges, never. I want no interference from this hulking boob. Is that clear?

I've had just about enough of your insults. Oh, yeah. Well, I've had about enough of

morons and half-wits, dolts, dunces, dullards, and dumbbells.

And you chowderhead, Yokel, you blithering hasty, you've had enough of me.

No, Miguel Farrar, we have not had enough of you.

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