Delmar: What are you doin’ out in the middle of nowhere?
Tommy: Well, I had to be at that there crossroads last midnight; sell my soul to the Devil.
Everett: Well’ ain’t it a small world—spiritually speakin’. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I’m the only one that remains unaffiliated.
Delmar: This ain’t no laughing matter, Everett.
Everett: What’d the Devil give you for your soul, Tommy?
Tommy: Well, he taught me how to play this here guitar real good.
Delmar: Oh, son, for that you traded your everlasting soul?
Tommy: Well, I wasn’t usin’ it.
Warning: NSFW. . . or anyplace else for that matter.