Michael Biehn credited as playing...
Sheriff Hague
- Sheriff Hague: Try not to shoot yourselves. Don't shoot each other. But especially... don't shoot me.
- Sheriff Hague: Where the hell are you going?
- El Wray: I'm going to get Cherry.
- Sheriff Hague: Fine, but we're taking my car.
- [his car explodes]
- Sheriff Hague: [looking back at Wray] I'm riding with you.
- 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 don't 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 don't 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 we're 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!
- [detonates bomb, blowing up the quarantine chamber, himself and much of the base, in one final barbecue]
- El Wray: I need someone to drive my truck.
- Sheriff Hague: I'll do it.
- El Wray: You're bleeding like a stuck pig. Your vision is probably blurred, and you're on your last leg...
- Sheriff Hague: [sarcastic] Anything else?
- El Wray: Don't wreck it.
- Sheriff Hague: Now you've got a gal in your wrecked truck with a missing leg? A missing leg that's now missing?
- Sheriff Hague: You cook that meat at 250 degrees don't you?
- J.T. Hague: I don't remember. I set the heat with my hands.
- Sheriff Hague: You give me that recipe or I'll raise your rent higher than a Georgia pine.
- J.T. Hague: Brother, ain't no Texan's ever gonna give you his BBQ recipe, that's a fact! He'll take it to his grave! I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig and I ain't gonna tell ya! I could be dyin' in your arms and I ain't gonna tell ya!
- [hangs up phone]
- J.T. Hague: Heh heh heh!
- Sheriff Hague: [to himself] We'll see about that.
- [Wray and Deputy Tolo drag a wounded and bleeding from the neck Sheriff Hague from the outside]
- Sheriff Hague: I figured that one of my new deputies might end up shooting me... but not you, Tolo!