MONROE:
((While rushing frantically through the crowd, distinctly hears a question drifting loopily - or fuzzily - after him:))
TERRY CLOTH:
** Hey, MONROE, when you go down the produce aisle, do you ever think everyone is looking at you, like they know? *8
((Panics some more))
%% Pretend you didn't hear, pretend you didn't hear, there's nothing to hear, here! %%
** 'Course I sometimes think so. And on those days when I go over to the fresh meats selection, there's every last little pork chop looking at me, like they all know too......... **
(( TERRY CLOTH, though he thinks MONROE is adorable

, cannot help but tease him... ))
TERRY CLOTH:
** Can't go in the condiments aisle, either, can ya, Bud? **

** And it ain't even safe to snake down the dairy aisle, is it? **

YOUNG ENNIS:
(( Ennis is trying to shake the pain out of his hand. He just punched this biker dude and memories of him punching Jack took over his mind.))
(( Ennis desperately looks around forTERRY to wipe the blood off his knuckles, but all he sees is this well endowed gray towel.))
TERRY CLOTH:
** Look, ENNIS, flattery will usually get you everywhere, but can this family go nowhere without having major bodily disharge issues?! Servin' as this BLANKET ain't no picnic... I got your blood, a smidge a VICK's from where ALMA is sittin', snot from some Boy Scout with a pollen allergy, JENNY's pee, and let me tell you ALMA JUNIOR ain't exactly got her diaper on too tight neither, she must a heard them fancy French biker guys talkin' about poop-on mustard. This is a g-dd*mn bitch of an unsatisfactory hygiene situation. Now just stop thinkin' a JACK until I get laundered again, OK?! The fireworks are doin' enough exploding for one night. Sheesh....

))