Sling Blade Will You Ever Kill Again

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• Karl : I like them French fried potaters.

• Vaughan Cunningham : Yous ever seem to be deep in thought. Tell me, what are you thinking correct now?

  Karl : I was thinkin', I'm gonna take me some of these taters dwelling house with me.

  Vaughan Cunningham : How about before that?

  Karl : Well, allow me retrieve... I was thinkin' I could use me another couple cans'o that potted meat if ya got any extree.

• Doyle : What'cha doin' with that lawn mower blade Karl?

  Karl : I aim to kill you with information technology.

• Karl : Just 'crusade I ain't gonna be effectually no more, possibly, don't mean that I don't care for y'all.

  Frank : I intendance 'bout you too, but you'll exist around. Don't say that.

  Karl : Doesn't matter where I was to be. Nosotros'll always be friends. You and me made friends right off the bat. Don't nobody always change that. I kindly want to put my arm around you, then I'm gonna get up out of here and get out.

  [Puts his arm around Frank]

  Karl : I dear you, boy.

• Karl : I don't reckon y'all have to get with women to be a skilful daddy to a boy. You been real square-dealin' with me. The Bible says two men ought not lay together. But I don't reckon the Good Lord would transport anybody similar you to Hades. That Frank, he lives inside of his own heart. That's an awful big place to live in. You take good care of that male child.

  [walks off]

  Vaughan Cunningham : I will. Karl?

• Frank : You ever have whatever brothers or sisters growing up?

  Karl Childers : I had one there for a piddling while. Merely, uh, it didn't get old enough for me to play with it.

  Frank : Why non? It die?

  Karl Childers : Yes, Sir.

  Frank : Why?

  Karl Childers : It got born too early. My female parent and male parent made it come out too early on some how or other.

  Frank : So it died when it came out?

  Karl Childers : My daddy came out to the shed and got me. He said, "Here, take this and throw information technology away", and he handed me a towel with something or another in information technology. Well I started for that barrel and I opened up the towel 'cause there was a noise. Something a-moving around in at that place. The towel was all encarmine-similar all around it there. Information technology was a lil' ol' baby not no bigger than a squirrel.

  Frank : A girl or a boy?

  Karl Childers : It was a little ol' male child.

  Frank : You threw it in the trash barrel?

  Karl Childers : Well that didn't seem right to me, so I went in the shed and got me a shoe box and emptied out all the washers and nuts and screws and whatnot that were in it and I takened the little fellar and put him inside the box and buried him right there in a corner of the yard. That seemed more proper to me, I reckon.

  Frank : Was it notwithstanding alive when you cached it?

  Karl Childers : I heared it a-cryin' through that box.

  Frank : That don't seem right. Seems like yous would accept kept him and taken intendance of him if he was your blood brother.

  Karl Childers : I wasn't just half dozen or viii. I don't reckon I knew what to practise. I didn't know how to care for no babe. My mother and male parent didn't want him and they learned me to practice what they told me. These days I reckon it's ameliorate to give him back to the Good Lord anyhow.

• Karl : There were these two fellars standin' on a bridge, a-goin' to the bathroom. One fellar said, "The water's cold" and the other fellar said, "The water's deep". I believe i fella come from Arkansas. Get it?

• Marsha Dwiggins : Will you always impale anyone over again, Karl?

  Karl : I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody. Mmm.

• Karl's Father : I told you I ain't got no boy, now why don't you get on outta hither and let me exist. You lot ain't no kin to me.

  Karl : [later on a pause] I learned to read some. I read the Bible quite a bit. I tin can't understand all of it, merely I reckon I empathise a good deal of it. Them stories you and Mama told me ain't in there. You ought not done that to your boy. I studied on killing you. Studied on it quite a bit. Merely I reckon in that location ain't no need for it if all you're gonna do is sit at that place in that chair. You'll be dead presently enough and the world 'll be close of ya. You ought not killed my little brother, he should've had a take chances to abound upwardly. He woulda had fun some time.

  [Exits]

• Karl : I don't think anything bad ought to happen to children. I think the bad stuff should be saved upwards for the people whose grown up. That's the way I see it.

• Karl : I reckon what yousa wantin' to know is why I'm in hither. Reckon the reason I'm in here is cause I've killed somebody, mhm. But I reckon what yousa wantin' to know is how come mea killed somebody, so I'll start at the forepart and tell ye, mhm... I lived out back of my female parent and begetter'due south identify mosta my life in a little old shed that my daddy had congenital fur me, mhm. They didn't too much want me up in that location in the house with the rest of 'em, mhm. So mustley I just sabbatum effectually out there in the shed and looked at the ground, mhm. I didn't accept no flooring out in that location, but I had me a pigsty dug out to lay downward in. Quilt or two tu put down there, mhm. My begetter was a hard workin' man nigh of his life. Not that I can say the same for myself. I mostly only sabbatum around out there in the shed, tinkerin' with a lawn mower or two. Went to school off and on from time to time, only the children out in that location, very vicious to me, made quite a scrap a sport of me, make fun of me quite a scrap. So mostly, I just sabbatum around out there. In the shed. My daddy worked down there at the saw mill, the plainer mill, for an onetime man named Dixon. Erstwhile man Dixon was very fell feller. Didn't treat his employees very well, didn't pay 'em too much a wage, didn't pay my daddy too much a wage. Just barely enough to get by on, I reckon, mhm. Only I reckon he got by alright. Hmm. I used to come up out, one or the other of 'em. Usually my mother, feed me pretty regular, mhm. I know he made plenty where I could have mustard and biscuits 3 or four times a week. Mhm. Just old human being Dixon, he had a male child. His name was Jesse Dixon. Jesse was really more cruel than his daddy was. He used to brand quite a scrap a sport with me, when i was downward at that place at the school house. he used to accept reward of petty girls there in the neighborhood an' all. He used to say that my female parent was a very pretty woman. He said that quite a bit from fourth dimension to fourth dimension when I'd be down in that location at the school house. Well... I reckon you desire me tu get on with it and tell you what happened, then I reckon I'll tell ye. I was sittin' out at that place in the shed one evening, non doin' too much of nothin', just starrin' at the wall, waitin' on my mother to come out and give me my Bible lesson. Mhm. Well, I heard a commotion up in that location in the house. Mhm. So I run upward on the screened-in porch to see what was a-goin' on. I looked in the window there and saw my mother layin' on the floor without any wearing apparel on, hmm. Mhm-hmm. I seen Jesse Dixon layin' on top of her, hmm. He was havin' his mode with her. Hmm. Well, I just seen reddish. I picked up a Kaiser Bract that was sittin' there past the screen door. Some folks call it a Sling Blade, I phone call it a Kaiser Blade. It's kindly a forest handle, kind of like an axe handle. With a long blade on it shaped kinda like a bananer. Mhm. Sharp on one edge, and dull on the other. Mhm. It'southward what the highway boys use to cut downwardly weeds and whatnot. Well, I went in there, in the house, and I striking Jesse Dixon upside the head with it, knocked him off my mother, mhm. I reckon that didn't quite satisfy me. So I hit him once again with it in the neck, the sharp edge, and just plumb near cut his head off, killed him. My mother she jumped up and started hollerin' "What'd you impale Jesse fur? What'd y'all kill Jesse fur?" Well... come up to find out I don't think my female parent minded what Jesse was a-doin' to her. I reckon that fabricated me madder that what Jesse'd made me. So I take the Kaiser Blade, some folks call it a Sling Blade, I call it a Kaiser Blade, and I hit my mother upside the head with it. Killed her.

• Frank : Ever think of killing yourself on purpose like my daddy done?

  Karl : I studied about it. The Bible says you ought non to. It says if you lot do that, y'all go off to Hades. Some folks phone call it Hell, I telephone call information technology Hades.

• Karl : I reckon I'thousand gonna take to get used to looking at pretty people.

  Dr. Jerry Woolridge : Yes you will.

  Karl : 'Reckon I'm gonna have to get used to them looking at me.

• Pecker Cox : [lawnmower won't offset] Karl, see if you can effigy out what'due south incorrect with this. It won't crank up and everything seems to be put together right.

  Karl : It ain't got no gas in it.

• Charles Bushman : Karl, who'd you kill? Was it the boy?

  Karl : Don't you say another word about that male child. Fact'o business organization, don't you say another discussion to me. I ain't listening to you no more.

• Karl : [on the phone] Yes, ma'am. I've killed Doyle Hargraves with a lawnmower blade. Yes, ma'am, I'm right sure of information technology. I hitting him 2 good whacks in the head with information technology. That second one just plum about cut his head in ii... It'southward a lil' ol' white house on the corner of Vine Street and some other street. There's a choice-up truck out forepart that says "Doyle Hargraves Construction" on it. Doyle said too sending the police, you might wanna send an ambulance or a "hearst". I'll be sitting here, waiting on ye.

• Frank : Hey Karl, what are you carryin' around them books for?

  Karl : I ain't got no place to ready 'em downwardly.

• Karl : Reckon you brand me some biscuits.

• Frank : I'd like to impale that son-of-a-bowwow. I detest him.

  Karl : You ought not talk that style. Yous just a male child.

• Doyle : [Karl enters the sleeping room, startling Doyle and Linda] Hey! What the God damn hell you doing, Karl? 'The fuck you lot doing up in the middle of the night?

  Linda : What you desire, Hon?

  Karl : I wanna exist baptized.

  Doyle : Well get baptized and so, I don't give a shit. Telephone call up a fuckin' preacher, Goddammit, we can't baptize ya.

• Karl : Some folks call it a sling blade, I telephone call it a Kaiser blade.

• Linda Wheatley : I'm gonna make some coffee. Karl, you desire some java?

  Karl : Coffee makes me nervous when I drink it. Mmm.

• Charles Bushman : Now... On the third day, I washed her. She wasn't too make clean. I got all the right spots. She's the only one I kept for a certain amount of time, because I got a existent brusk attending span. Now, I can't say she enjoyed her stay, only that washcloth I put in her mouth and held information technology in that location with a big piece of duct tape kept all her lament to a min... I don't like people who talk all the time. I like to practise all the talking, which is why I retrieve I'm so fond of you, 'cause you're then easy-going. Although I do sense a little tension in you lot from fourth dimension to fourth dimension. So, you were out in the world, huh? What was information technology like?

  Karl : It was too big.

  Charles Bushman : Not too big in here, is information technology?

  [Chuckles]

• Vaughan Cunningham : I'one thousand just going to say information technology. I'chiliad gay. Does that surprise you that I'one thousand gay? You lot know what gay is, don't you lot?

  Karl : I don't reckon.

  Vaughan Cunningham : [quietly] Homosexual. I similar men sexually.

  Karl : Not funny 'ha-ha', funny queer.

  Vaughan Cunningham : Well that's a very offensive way to put it. You shouldn't say that. You were taught that, weren't you?

  Karl : I've heard information technology said that a-way.

• Frank : Mama's got a boyfriend at present. His name is Doyle Hargraves. He works construction so he makes a pretty good living, but he don't help Mama out with any coin though. He own't no good. He'south mean to her. He don't similar me at all. Mama says it'southward 'cause he'southward jealous that I belong to my Daddy instead of him. He spends the night at our firm sometimes and he's got his own business firm, somebody told me it'south where he can have more girlfriends. I similar it on the nights he ain't at our house. I ain't so nervous then.

  Karl : How come her still being girlfriends and all with him if he'southward mean to her?

  Frank : She says it's for the times he'south good to her. She's lone since Daddy died, sometimes she says she don't know why. He threatened to impale her if she e'er left him. My daddy would kill him if he were however hither and somebody was hateful to Mama. Vaughan, he's real good to Mama. Vaughan that you met. But he'south not able to practise annihilation to Doyle. He's funny, you know. Not funny "Ha-Ha", funny queer. He likes to go with men instead of women. That makes him non able to fight likewise good. He certain is overnice, though. He'south from St. Louis, people who are queer get along better in a big town. I wish he liked to get with women, I'd rather he be Mama's young man than Doyle.

• Doyle : Was you lot in the nut firm for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet?

  Karl : I never used no hatchet that I call up. Mmm.

  Doyle : So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I own't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm only kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.

• Karl : [Eating potted meat] I reckon it tastes alright.

  Frank : Y'all really think information technology'due south got peckers in in that location?

  Karl : Yous know better than that. You ought not say that discussion.

  Frank : It smells funny.

  Karl : Yes, information technology's pretty loud. Looky there. I believe you right. I believe I see one correct in at that place.

  [They laugh]

• [Karl has entered the bedroom carrying a hammer]

  Doyle : What in the hell you doin' with that hammer?

  Karl : I don't rightly know. I just kinda woke up a-holding it.

  [exits]

  Doyle : [to Linda] What the fuck you lot think he's doin' with that hammer?

• Doyle : Believe in the Bible, do ya Karl?

  Karl : I don't understand all of it, simply I reckon I understand a good bargain of information technology.

  Doyle : Well I can't understand none of information technology. This one begat that i and that one begat this 1, and lo and behold someone says some shit to someone else - only how retarded are you?

• Karl : There was a male child. We made friends.

  Charles Bushman : Ha ha, I'll bet you did. 'Course I was never bent that style, I was always bent the other manner.

• Melinda : Hi, Karl, I'yard on my luncheon break. I got you these flowers that were on sale, crusade they're not fresh. $2.99, plus by 10% employee discount, since I didn't bring you anything on our date last night. Well, I just thought I'd bring them to you. I enjoyed walking with you. I got a cicatrice the size of a quarter on my heel. Well, see yous some time I guess.

  [Turns to leave]

  Karl : Blisters sure can hurt.

• Doyle : What's in the bag?

  Karl : This'n that. Tooth paste and whatnot.

  Doyle : What'due south all them books?

  Karl : Different ones. I of 'em is the Bible.

• Karl : I'one thousand your male child.

  Karl's Father : I own't got no boy.

  Karl : I'1000 your oldest boy. Name of Karl.

  Karl'southward Father : I own't got no boy.

  Karl : They turned me loose from the nervous hospital. 'Said I was well. I got hired on by a Mr. Bill Cox fixing lawnmowers and whatnot. That grass out in that location in the m has grown up quite a bit. I reckon I might cut it for you.

• Neb Cox : How are yous coming along with that garden tiller?

  Karl : I stock-still it. Information technology's workin' pretty good now.

  Beak Cox : Y'all done stock-still it? Well I'll exist damned. Scooter told me it couldn't be fixed. 'Course Scooter is about equally shiftless equally one poor son of a bitch can exist. You done stock-still it. I'll just be damned.

• Vaughan : Have yous knocked on the door yet?

  Karl : No, Sir, non even so.

  Vaughan : How long have you been continuing hither?

  Karl : Quite a spell, I reckon.

• Karl : Reckon what you like to eat in there?

  Frosty Cream Employee : Well, the French fries are pretty skillful.

  Karl : French fried potaters?

  Frosty Cream Employee : Yeah, French fries.

  Karl : How much you want for'em?

  Frosty Cream Employee : They're .sixty for medium and .75 for large.

  Karl : 'Reckon I'll have me some of the big 'uns.

  Frosty Cream Employee : All right, and then, 1 large French fries?

  [Karl is silent; Frosty Cream Employee walks to the dorsum never taking his eyes off Karl]

• Mrs. Woolridge : Karl, I hear Jerry'south taking you somewhere else tomorrow.

  Karl : I don't reckon I know nobody named Jerry.

  Dr. Jerry Woolridge : She's talking about me, Karl, that'south my starting time name.

  Karl : He'south carrying me to look for work over in Millsburg where I's borned.

• Linda Wheatley : Karl, yous know what? Melinda here was voted employee of the month at the dollar store last February. Isn't that something?

  Karl : Yep ma'am, I reckon.

  Melinda : Well, when you similar pricing items equally much equally I practice, it'southward only jump to happen sooner or later, I guess.

• Vaughan Cunningham : Mind, everyone, I've had a few glasses of wine and that tends to make me emotional. Information technology came over me in a rush. I just want you to know that I care about each and every person at this table.

  Linda : Cheers, Vaughan. We intendance about you too, don't we?

  Melinda , Frank , Albert : Yeah.

  Karl : Yes, Sir.

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