:02:12
DARBY: Well?
-That guy's awful slow getting there.
:02:16
I feel sorry for him. Always in reach
and never able to do anything about it.
:02:23
-I got a feeling she could do better.
-You're boasting.
:02:28
-What'll you have? Whiskey?
-What you got?
:02:30
Whiskey.
:02:31
You ever see such a guy?
All winter I've been thinking. . . .
:02:35
And all he's got's whiskey.
:02:37
-That's rotten, ain't it?
-Rotten.
:02:40
Two glasses and a bottle.
:02:47
(SMITH CLEARS THROAT)
:03:04
-Well, what's on your mind?
-Does something have to be on my mind?
:03:08
Well, here's mud in your eye.
:03:25
Friendly cuss, ain't he?
:03:27
He's getting around to asking
if his girl is in town.
:03:30
His girl?
lf you mean Rose Mapen, no.
:03:33
She went to Frisco
the first stage out this spring.
:03:36
That's a lie. She said she'd wait.
:03:39
It's a fact.
:03:45
What a town.
:03:47
It's my guess the married women run
her out. No tar and feathers. No rails.
:03:52
They just righteously
made her feel uncomfortable.
:03:56
Not that she ever did anything.
:03:58
They just couldn't get over
being afraid she might.