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Mister, you got a bone sticking out of your arm. | |||
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In back. How'd you know I was here? Who else'd be driving up in your truck? You heard it? How's that? Did you here my... you havin fun with me? What give you that idea? I seen one of the cats heard it. But how'd you know it was my truck? I deduced it when you walked in. How many of those things you got now? Cats? I don't know. Several. Well it depends on what you mean by got. Some of 'em are half-wild, an some of 'em are just outlaws. How you been, Ellis? You looking at it. I got to say you're looking older. I am older. Got a letter from your wife. She writes to me pretty regular, Keeping me up on the family news. Didn't know there was any. She told me you were quitting. You want a cup? Preciate it. How fresh is that coffee? I generally make a fresh pot ever week even if there's some left over. . | |||
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“What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?” ______________________________________________ Life is short. It’s shorter with the wrong gun… | |||
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Excellent character !! That guy gives me the serious creeps. ______________________________________________________ Often times a very small man can cast a very large shadow | |||
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“It’s a mess, ain’t it, Sheriff?” “If it ain’t, it’ll do ‘til the mess gets here.” "The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli." - George Costanza | |||
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So, what was the most you all have ever lost in a coin toss? | |||
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What you got ain't nothin' new. This country is hard on people. You can't stop what's coming. It ain't all waitin' on you. That's vanity. | |||
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You keep runnin' that mouth I'm gonna' take you in the back and screw ya'. Big talk. ________________________________________ -- Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. -- | |||
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What kind of tents would you like? The kind with the most poles. | |||
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