Whoooooowee!! Got us a hornery 'un rite herr! A group of misfortuned would-be jewel theives wanted in New York City *NEww York Citah?!* trying to make to Miami to unload their winnings for some green. (Money you sillyheads!)
Any-a-who, they wind up in a small town when they run out of "petrol" which gives them good reason to lay low for a spell. You know, just to the heat blows over.
It's then they run into a sweet, little number *drool* by the name of Reba Sue and use her and God preachin' husband's, Harlow, home as a safehouse who happens to bootleg moonshine. All of which of course produces a stuggle for money and power. Well, that and if to see if anyone figures out who the old man is talking to.

**The Judge of Hell - John Carradine
Ashley Brooks
George Ellis
Trudy Moore
Mike Coolik
Jim Peck
Pepper Thurston
Valarie Lipsey
R. Kenneth Wade

Written by - Barbara Morris Davison

Directed by - Donn Davison &
Fred Olen Ray


**Carradine was actually added in later on for no fucking reason except to talk to himself**

Pointless nudity - yes
Random violence - yes
"High" speed chase - yes
Uppercut - no
Wharr's m'Bainjo?! - yes
Four words: Suzanne, Karin, and Reba Sue - yes

Originally titled "Honey Britches".
Great freeze frame. *ha!*
Who's he talking to?
It's obvious who the smart one is.
Hadookin!
Wrong way, dummy.
No, what she needs to mean is that she wants to know where all three of you can take a bath.
Yes, swim. Please!
And your jaw will drop right about...
NOW!
I'm looking at the bed. Really.
Tell them to do more! Tell them to do more!
Harlow is not only an idiot, he's also gay.
WHO the hell is he talking to?!
Catfight!!! FPS Catfight!!! Catfight!!!
Hey! I though Suzanne was supposed to convince him! Damnit!
The hell is this? Musical chairs?
Those guns seem to prove useless don't they?
Damn, the "chase sequence" is so fast pace they had time to break into another song.
So is that a maybe? Yes? No?
WHO the FUCK is he talking to?!
We don't want some fucking scripture! We want a bazooka shot, idiots!

Suzanne - "Well at least she had a suggestion. Alls you've done is shout and slap your girlfriend around, but then again, you've never been known for your great mental powers have you?"

Jessie Bell - "I was wonderin' if you was stayed out here all day a'tootin' and a'shoutin' like a mad man. If you move ya ass as much as you move ya mouth, you coulda had my booze already unloaded and gone on your way by now."

Harlow - "Tramp! I-I'm shuttin' m'ears, see?! I cain' hear nuthin'! Dirrty words a gone. E-e-eevil money! That's whatcha' got! Dirrty eeeevil money!"

Reba Sue - "Weyell. If'n she wants to use the toilet that's out back, but if'n she's wantin' to take a bath, the tub's in the keeitchen."

Curt - "Try to remember Suzanne. Not everyone's as big as you are. Maybe you could bathe half of your body at one time. I'd be glad to hold your feet in the air while you bathe the top half."

Curt - "Aww c'mon, fella. Take a look at that broad. She's "Class A" stuff in everybody's book, and "Class A" stuff don't make up with "Class Z."