Just before the following takes place, V.P. Cheney and friend Katharine Armstrong are having a somewhat heated discussion about divine intervention. Harry Whittington walks closely behind them.
Cheney turns to face Whittington with his 28 gauge shotgun casually in his grip.Things get a little gory, and quite a bit more vulgar, after this point. And then there's this very disturbing scene with a leather clad gimp and a security guard...
CHENEY: Harry, what do you make of all this?
WHITTINGTON: Man, I don't even have an opinion.
CHENEY: C'mon, Harry. Do you think God came down from Heaven and flushed that covey of quail out of that brush?
Cheney's shotgun suddenly goes off
ARMSTRONG: What the %*@#'s happening!
CHENEY: Man...I shot Harry in the face.
ARMSTRONG: Why the %*@# did you do that! Oh man I've seen some crazy ass sh!+ in my time...
CHENEY: Chill out, man. I told you it was an accident. You probably bumped into me or something.
ARMSTRONG: Hey, I didn't %*@#ing bump into you!
CHENEY: Look, I didn't mean to shoot the son of a bitch! The gun just went off. I don't know why!
ARMSTRONG: Well look at this %*@#ing mess, man. We're hunting in broad daylight here!
CHENEY: I don't believe it!
ARMSTRONG: Well believe it now! We gotta get outta these woods, man. You know, game wardens tend to notice sh!+ like you draggin' a guy by the arms who's drenched in %*@#ing blood!