Tiffany: Hey, Krystal, you see whut I see up there? Krystal: I shore do. It’s a pick-up truck, with a Confederate license plate, driven by a couple of meth-head hoosiers. And they’re wearin’ cowboy hats! An’ prob’ly cowboy boots! An’ look at the flag an’ eagle decal in the back window!
Tiffany: Our kind of white trash! How we gonna meet ‘em?
Krystal: Same as we always do. Show them our big floppy tits, and if they really are hicks they’ll chase up down!
Tiffany: Hot damn! My womb is a tickin’ away! It’s about time I had me another baby and got some more welfare! An’ I’m lookin’ at this really nice Elvis paintin’ for my trailer….hey, we’ll just get them to go out inna woods with us! I got a blanket in the trunk!
Krystal: I love hoosiers!
Tiffany: Me too! That’s cuz we’re both hicks, the kind who are missin’ teeth, have three kids by different fathers, live in a trailer on welfare, and show our tits to underemployed, uneducated hillbillies on the highway!
Krystal: I love the hoosier life, I got to boogie!
Tiffany: Me too!