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Wallace: "Old Friend" indeed... You and your friends left in the middle of my recitation two years ago. How rude.
Dwayne: Sorry..

Wallace: And now you return to my woods to seek refuge from the law, fugitives from justice..
Fooker: How did --
Wallace: I saw it on the news.
Trent: Saw it on...

Fooker: Wallace, old pal, we could sure use your help..
Wallace: I'm certain you COULD. Give me one good reason I should risk my pelt for the likes of YOU?

Dwayne: Trent here has never heard your poetry..
Wallace: Mi casa es su casa.
Trent [[Thinking to himself]]: I think I drank too much river water..