:18:01
You ever shoot a man, Dutch?
:18:07
Sure. I shot a few. How do you think I got this job?
:18:13
How about yourself?
:18:18
No.
:18:20
Hope I never do, either.
:18:24
Good luck.
:19:28
If it ain't the sore-ass boys back for another Fourth of July.
:19:31
Hey, Red!
:19:32
I hope you brought sugar in this load. I ain't had no real sugar for a month.
:19:37
What's happening in this hellhole, Red?
:19:39
You got any new ladies up to my standards?
:19:41
I believe that there is a new one just right for you, Dutch.
:19:44
She can stay awake two minutes at a time and she favors them teeny little wangers.
:19:48
Look who's talking.
:19:52
Prize fight Sunday morning, Wyatt. You gonna referee?
:19:55
I don't know. Last time, some of the boys didn't like the decision.
:19:59
Sore losers. Hell with them. See you later.