:19:01
Straight.
:19:03
Loving man,
you been called.
:19:14
Oops.
:19:20
What is that now?
:19:22
That 12 hands in a row, Holliday?
Son-of-a-bitch, nobody's that lucky.
:19:28
Why, Ike,
whatever do you mean?
:19:32
Take it easy, boys.
:19:36
Maybe poker's
just not your game, Ike.
:19:41
I know, let's have
a spelling contest.
:19:46
- How 'bout if I just
wring your scrawny neck?
- Enough, Ike.
:19:51
Are you takin'
his part? Huh?
:19:54
I'm the one
who got cheated!
:19:57
You goddamn pimps!
You all in it together.
:20:02
Nobody's in anything.
Ike, you're drunk.
Go on home and sleep it off.
:20:05
Get your goddamn hands off me!
:20:08
Don't you ever put
your hands on me, see?
:20:10
Don't you ever try to manhandle
a Cowboy, 'cause we'll cut
your goddamn pimp's heart out.
:20:14
- Understand me, pimp?
- Don't you threaten me,
you little son-of-a-bitch!
:20:17
All right! All right!
Come on, easy, Virg, easy!
:20:20
You just go on home and
forget about it, huh, Ike?
:20:23
Come on, Virg.
:20:26
I ain't gonna forget nothin'.
:20:28
Well, that certainly was a bust.
:20:33
Come, darlin'. Let's seek
our entertainment elsewhere.
:20:38
Forget it, Virg. Go on.
Get some fresh air.
:20:53
What's wrong, Doc?
:20:55
Nothin'. Not a thing.
:20:57
I'm right as the mail.