:12:00
Shut up! Take your
money and get out,
:12:04
'cause I'm tired of
listenin' to your mouth.
:12:06
Why, Ed Bailey,
:12:09
are we cross?
:12:12
Them guns don't scare me.
:12:16
'Cause without them guns
you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.
:12:20
Ed, what an ugly thing to say.
:12:24
- I abhor ugliness. Does this
mean we're not friends anymore?
-
:12:29
You know, Ed, if I thought
you weren't my friend,
:12:32
I just don't think
I could bear it.
:12:52
There. Now we can
be friends again.
:13:08
- Touch that gun,
I'll burn you down.
:13:19
I calculate that's
the end of this town.
:13:22
I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.
The horse is outside.
:13:27
So that's why you're
not wearin' a bustle.
:13:33
My sweet, soft
Hungarian devil.
:13:41
Well!
:13:47
Good evenin', then.
:13:54
Let's not bother
about the luggage.