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Ennis : What are we supposed to do now, huh?
Jack : Get on in there and untangle 'em Chilean sheep
out of ours, I guess.
Jack : Oh, where is it? Shit! God, half the goddamn
paint brands
have wore off!
Ennis : We gotta try. The least we can do is get the
count right for Aguirre.
Jack : Fuck Aguirre!
Ennis : Oh, yeah, fuck Aguirre. What if we need to
work for him again? You think of that? We gotta
stick this out,
Jack.
Ennis : You'll run them sheep off again if you don't
quiet down.
Ennis : What are you doing?
Jack : Aguirre came by again. Says my uncle didn't
die after all. Says bring 'em down.
Ennis : Bring 'em down, why? It's the middle of
August.
Jack : Says there's a storm comin', movin' in from
the Pacific. Worse than this one.
Ennis : That snow barely stuck an hour. Huh? Besides,
that son of a bitch,
he's cuttin' us out a whole month's pay.
It ain't right.
Jack : Well, I can spare you a loan, bud, if you're
short on cash. Give it to you when we get to Signal.
Ennis : I don't need your money, huh? You know, I
ain't in the poorhouse. Shit!
Jack : All right. |
