Texans Guard a Fence as Kyle Trades Insults

We've got a Mexican. Hey, Texans, let me through.

We want a treaty. He's trying a simple diversion tactic.

Thinks we're stupid. Ha ha. You're gonna have to do better than that, Mexican.

Better than being a fat-ass Texan. All right.

Just because I'm Texan doesn't mean I'm fat.

No, you're fat to begin with, chubby. Now you're Texan, too. Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?

Well, you're a fucking Jew, Kyle. And now you're a Mexican Jew.

You dirty, no-good Mexican Jew. Let's just see you try it, Bass.

Clyde, what the fuck are you doing? You just let a Mexican through.

I was enthralled with the dialogue exchange.

Yeah, well, you all need to stay focused, God damn it.

If you let yourselves get distracted for even one minute, we're gonna be overrun with these jobless, no-good- Bass.

Dude! How did he get past the fence, Craig?

I didn't hear him coming with all your screaming.

Nobody's fucking screaming, Craig. Wake the fuck up.

B- B- Bass? Oh, God