[How could hell be any worse?]
[I let this boil about an hour and 30 minutes. Decided the hell with it. What happens in the shrimp with the shell?]
[Filled myself with soot from top to bottom. I'm a smokestack. Turnin' blood into booze. Now my liver's on fumes. Little alcoholic. I'm always beating myself up. Why did I have to play so rough? I tried to get the hell out. And I'm standin' in my own way.]
[I want to know am I the sky or a bird! FIERI: Hell's boiling over and heaven is full. And we're chained to the world and we all gotta pull and move it out of here. Into the pot. Gosh, this is going to be melt in your mouth.]
[Wasting time, wasting time down a bumfuck road. And I don't know where the hell it'll go. Heirlooms, huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace. And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall.]
[Filled myself with soot from top to bottom. I'm a smokestack. Turnin' blood into booze. Now my liver's on fumes. Little alcoholic. I'm always beating myself up. Why did I have to play so rough? I tried to get the hell out. And I'm standin' in my own way.]
[Wasting time, wasting time down a bumfuck road. And I don't know where the hell it'll go. Heirlooms, huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace. And I'm gonna smash straight into a wall.]
[[ Laughs ] HUNTER: The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word. I want to know, am I the sky or a bird, but hell's boiling over and heaven is full? HUNTER: We're chained to the world and we all gotta pull.]
[It's not over-the-top. It's pork roast, guajillo chili de àrbol, simple rice and beans, yet, here you'll find me in between heaven and hell my dear. Where nothing's what it seems, it's just as well I fear. I'm giving you the creeps and a farewell kiss to go into the unknown.]
[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]
[Say not me. Hell no. Not me. Hell no.]
[Drag me to hell. In the valley of The Dalles. Like my mother. Give wings to a stone.]
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[I am an eternal hell.]
[Perhaps in hell the damned are not always happy.]
[-[Guy] Got it. -Hunter, did you give those wings a turn? Heaven, Hell and Purgatory 1012. [Doug] Put that wine in there now, and I think you're ready for the wings.]
[OKAY. WHAT ARE WE GONNA SERVE THIS ON? OUR HOMEMADE BUN. HELL? GUTRE THEN ASKED HIM? YEP. YOU BAKE IT HERE FRESH? WE DO. EVERY DAY?]