Joe Mosely: [the Sheriff is roughly restraining Sam by forcing his face on the ground with his boot] Officer, let him up. He's not hurting anyone.
Sheriff Quentin Durango: [lets Sam go] But he could be. He bears a sinister resemblance to a vicious criminal that's been marauding the area.
Joe Mosely: And since when is it a crime to look like somebody?
Sam: Hey, what'd the guy do anyway?
Sheriff Quentin Durango: Unlawful repast and remove.
Sam: What?
Sheriff Quentin Durango: Dine and dash. I'm gonna let you go with a warning this time.
Joe Mosely: He didn't do anything.
Sheriff Quentin Durango: [aims a gun at Joe] You don't realize what's happening, do you? 'Cause if you did, you'd be shittin' in your shoes, wouldn't you? Quaking with fear? I want ya to look around, just look around, and tell me what you see. A society that's obsessed with feeling good and happy. But underneath that moronic veneer lurks a thirst for blood. Yes, my friend, an invidious potential for lawlessness and despair; existential and otherwise. The sooner you weasels open your eyes to the hideous truth, the sooner you wish you were dead.
Sam: [pause] That guy is insane.
