We need something to eat - it should come as no surprise. We'll pickle the feet, the tongue and the eyes.
Temple, why have you sold your children for food?
Temple, your mother's your sister. You k** your young - you're young - yr young - firstborn sons: Redhead boys selling nosebleeds and sleepless nights. And your daughters hang themselves with sheets and die of AIDS.
There's a barbeque - you're invited - we'll eat them whole.