Fighting Mad1976

Pierce Crabtree:
You play, sheriff? [Serves a tennis ball]

Pierce Crabtree:
I don't play games.

Pierce Crabtree:
It's not a game. It's a sport.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
Don't have time for them, either.

Pierce Crabtree:
I told you to arrest the Hunter boy. [Firmly serves a ball to his opponent] Not half the people in the valley! You know, sheriff, a lot of folks didn't like the looks of all those old people being brought into town in handcuffs.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
You didn't tell me to make any arrests, Mr. Crabtree. I acted on by a complaint from a citizen. You.

Pierce Crabtree:
What about my bulldozer? You could have held him on that, at least.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
I don't know that he did it. Whoever did do it, they did a damn good job. Didn't leave a trace.

Pierce Crabtree:
I hate to say it, sheriff, but perhaps I should call on the FBI since this sabotage is too much for you local boys.

Sheriff Len Skerritt:
My oldest brother's in the FBI. You can get back to your game, now, Mr. Crabtree. I'll just be running along.

Pierce Crabtree:
Just a minute, sheriff. You should take up tennis. You might learn to like it.