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- Cleveland.
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- Erie.
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17. No.
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22. No.
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30. Machine. That's the end of the line.
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- Yes.
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assuring me of a job there.
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36. Yes. I'm an accountant.
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37. I wouldn't know,
because, uh, I don't read.
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39. I wouldn't trust no words
writ down on no piece of paper.
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40. Especially from no Dickinson
out in the town of Machine.
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41. You're just as likely
to find your own grave.
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42. Look. They're shooting buffalo.
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43. Government says
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45. Hyah! Hah!
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46. Pardon me, sir.
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47. Could you please direct me
towards the office?
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48. Thank you.
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49. Excuse me.
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50. Excuse me.
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51. How do you do, sir? I'm Bill Blake,
your new accountant from Cleveland.
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52. What the heck are you doing here?
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53. Oh, uh, I have here this letter...
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54. which confirms my position here.
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55. Well, this letter is postmarked
two months ago.
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56. Makes you about a month late.
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57. This here is Mr. Olafsen.
He's our new accountant.
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58. I'm sorry.
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59. I think there's been some mistake.
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60. - Look, Mr. Black -
- Blake.
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61. I'm a very busy man.
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62. And Mr. Dickinson
does not pay me for idle conversation.
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63. Well, I'm sure he doesn't,
but this letter confirms my position here.
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64. Now, I've spent everything I had left
after my parents' funeral just to get here.
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65. Listen, Mr. Black,
I've got a lot of work to do here,
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66. and this ain't my business.
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68. No, I-I don't think you want to do that.
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69. I insist on speaking to Mr. Dickinson, sir.
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70. You? Insist?
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71. I insist.
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72. You insist?
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73. Yes, I do.
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74. Well, go on then, lad. There's the door.
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75. All right, then.
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76. Go on, then!
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78. Mr. Dickinson?
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79. Hello?
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80. Mr. Dickinson.
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81. Who the hell are you?
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82. And where did you get
that goddamn clown suit? Cleveland?
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83. Uh... actually, yes, sir.
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84. I did, uh, get it in Cleveland.
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85. What the hell are you doing in my office?
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86. Well, I-I-I came to talk about my job.
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87. The only job you're gonna get in here
is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
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88. Now, get out.
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89. Thank you very much, sir.
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90. Back to work, Mr. Olafsen.
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91. Excuse me.
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92. Excuse me. Sorry.
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93. Pardon me, sir.
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94. Could I get a bottle, please?
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95. We liked you better when you was a whore.
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96. Jackass.
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97. Shit.
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98. Why don't you just paint my portrait?
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99. I'm sorry.
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100. Let me help. Here.
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101. This one's no good. No, it's no good.
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102. Oh, here. Oh!
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103. Watch yourself.
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104. You okay? You all right?
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105. - Yeah.
- Here.
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106. Have a drink. Would you like a drink?
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107. Thanks.
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108. I'm sorry.
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109. Would you mind walking me away from here?
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110. - Sure.
- Yeah?
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111. Sure.
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112. I'll just get my suitcase.
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113. - It's that way.
- All right.
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114. Aw, shit.
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115. I have a sneaking suspicion that
that large man back there...
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117. I was gonna say something,
but I don't want to cause any trouble.
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118. No, I think it's better you didn't.
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119. That's my room.
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120. Wasn't...
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122. - Like it?
- Yes. It's beautiful.
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125. Yeah. Thank you.
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126. You're welcome.
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131. And I'd put a drop of perfume...
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133. on each one.
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134. What does it smell like?
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135. Paper.
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136. Well, it is paper.
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137. Hey, Bill.
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139. No, I don't smoke.
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140. Damn.
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141. Ow.
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142. Oh, watch it. It's loaded.
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143. Why do you have this?
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144. 'Cause this is America.
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145. Charlie.
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146. You know, Thel...
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147. I never wanted to go away.
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148. I know we said it was, uh -
it was all over and everything, but...
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149. you were always in my heart, Thel.
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150. Always.
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151. I, uh-
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153. Well...
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155. A present?
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156. Well, I, uh -
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158. And, uh, I'm...
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159. I'm sorry, Thel.
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160. For, uh -
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161. For intrudin'.
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162. Well, I never really loved you anyway.
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163. No, Charlie.
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164. - I never stopped loving you, Thel.
- Don't!
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165. Thel.
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166. Whoa.
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167. Yeah. Mmm.
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168. There is white man's metal
next to your heart.
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169. I tried to cut it out,
but it's too deep inside.
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170. The knife would cut your heart instead
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172. Stupid fucking white man.
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174. I don't smoke.
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176. Of course you wouldn't have
any extra tobacco.
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177. How about you?
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178. Shit, you ain't even old enough to smoke.
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179. Mr. John Dickinson.
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180. Last night my youngest son, Charlie,
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181. God bless his soul,
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182. was gunned down in cold blood
right here in our own hotel.
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183. The gutless murderer, one Mr. Bill Blake,
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and valuable horse,
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189. that belonged to my personal family stable.
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190. Pinto ain't - Pinto ain't rightly a horse
to fret much about, if the truth be told.
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191. Shut up!
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192. You three are supposed to be
the finest killers of men and Injuns
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194. Cole Wilson,
your reputation is already a legend.
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195. You I know I can trust.
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196. Conway Twill, you're a real good killer.
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197. But be sure you keep
that goddamn trap shut.
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198. And Johnny "The Kid" Pickett.
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199. I heard tell you killed 14 men.
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200. I doubt you've seen that many years.
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201. And I ain't even gonna tell you
what I really think of ya.
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202. I always work alone.
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204. I never have worked with anyone else either.
I never have.
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207. My boy, Charlie, is dead.
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210. And if somebody don't like it,
I'm prepared to do a little killin' of my own.
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211. Now, that bastard
couldn't have got too far yet.
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212. Well, let me just say there,
Mr. Dickinson, sir,
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and by the time we get finished -
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217. Alive or dead don't matter,
though I reckon dead would be easier.
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than you've ever seen before.
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220. Boys...
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224. Post a $500 reward
from here to hell and back.
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225. Notify every marshal, deputy,
and possum-skinnin' lowlife
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227. Bring everybody in.
I want that bastard's head.
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228. And make sure you include
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gettin' hisself all up and twisted?
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talkin' to a bear.
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have lain a long time looking at the sun.
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with the lightning.
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247. But I believe they are on the ground
and are projected downward by the bolt.
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249. I'm not dead.
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251. Blake.
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252. William Blake.
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- Yeah, I swear.
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could've mentioned the fact that -
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'bout trackin' no goddamn Injuns.
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named William Blake?
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- Did you hear something?
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Course I know about Cole Wilson.
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he killed both his parents?
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he cooked 'em up, he ate 'em.
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my elk relatives took pity on me,
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the same white people as the last,
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of people could be moved so quickly.
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and they spoke to me.
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and I eventually escaped.
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prepares you, like?
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like, say, blowing out a candle or something.
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one minute we're ridin' along,
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and each other, and boom!
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there were three bears in the forest.
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a medium mommy bear,
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their breakfast porridge.
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and a tiny, little bowl.
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- No!
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and they don't look very friendly.
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and there was a big bed, a medium bed -
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- All right.
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and he made a sweater for Baby Bear.
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of the evil emperor, Nero Augustus.
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and you can't do anything about it.
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with the bodies of live Christians
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crucified.
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to the wild dogs.
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- It's horrible.
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455. I think this is gonna fix up your ol' gut.
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456. These beans are shit.
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457. Why don't you shut your goddamn trap
and just eat your beans.
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458. Benmont, there's possum in these beans,
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459. and spices too.
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460. I tried hard.
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461. Well, Sally, I don't give a pig's ass
what anybody says.
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462. I still say you make
a hell of a pot of beans.
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463. Now, why don't you say us a grace
out of the good book, would you?
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464. Thank you, Big George.
And I'd be delighted to do that.
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465. "This day will the Lord deliver thee
into mine hand;
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466. and I will smite thee,
and take thine head from thee;
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467. and I will give the carcasses
of the host of the Philistines this day
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468. unto the fowls of the air
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469. and the wild beasts of the earth."
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470. - Amen.
- Amen.
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471. What's a Philistine?
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472. Well, it's just a real dirty person.
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473. Hello.
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474. I s-smelled...
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475. beans.
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476. Who you travelin' with?
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477. I'm with Nobody.
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478. Where you headed?
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479. I don't know.
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480. Do you like beans?
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481. Oh, I... I love beans.
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482. - Have you got any tobacco?
- I'm sorry. I don't smoke.
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483. - Would you give me some tobacco?
- I would if I had some.
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484. I'll trade you some beans
for some tobacco.
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485. I don't have any tobacco,
but I'd love some beans.
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486. Hurt.
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487. Yes.
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488. Eyeglasses.
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489. Yes.
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490. Pretty suit too.
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491. I clean up real good, you know.
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492. - Is that right?
- Yeah.
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493. - What size shoes are those?
- Ten.
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494. They look very comfortable. Are they?
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495. Not too bad.
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496. What kind of flower is that?
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497. Well, it's a rose...
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498. that's made out of paper.
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499. - Paper.
- Rose.
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500. Now, you see there?
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501. - Look at the edge on that knife.
- Mmm.
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502. - Feel that.
- I'd rather not.
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503. Ah, go on.
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504. - Mmm.
- That...
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505. is a very, very sharp knife, that is.
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506. - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Yeah.
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507. What do you call it?
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508. Pretty.
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509. I'm sorry?
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510. That hat. What do you call it?
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511. I'm really not sure.
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512. Ah, your hair.
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513. Your hair is soft.
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514. It's like a girl's.
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515. By God, it is soft.
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516. Now, how do you get it thataway?
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517. See this old stuff of mine, it's just -
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518. Well, it's just like old barn hay.
There ain't a durn thing you can do with it.
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519. - Mmm.
- How do you -
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520. How do you get it that way
and keep it like that?
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521. Just lucky, I guess.
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522. Lucky. Yeah.
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523. Oh, yeah.
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524. Goddamn it,
you keep your hand off of it.
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525. I thought I told you not to touch me.
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526. I don't give a good goddamn what you told me.
You keep your hands off his hair.
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527. - Why? What's that to do with you then, eh?
- It's got plenty to do with me, goddamn it.
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528. - Really?
- That's right.
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529. - This one's mine!
- This one's yours?
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530. Yes. This one's mine, Big George.
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531. You had the last one.
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532. - Is that a fact?
- I saw him first.
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533. I don't give a shit who saw what
and who did what or who did who.
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534. You had the last Philistine.
This one's mine.
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535. If I want this one,
I'll have him too, by God.
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536. Fine.
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537. What happens if I just shoot you then, eh?
What do you think about that?
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538. - You gonna shoot me?
- Yeah, that's right. I'm gonna shoot ya.
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539. - Well, why don't you shoot me then, goddamn it?
- I will! I'll shoot you right now!
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540. - Come on. Shoot me.
- I will.
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541. Well, quit talking about it and do it,
by God!
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542. I will.
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543. - There you go.
- Good God, I'm hit!
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544. Lord have mercy!
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545. Burns like hellfire! You son of a bitch.
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546. I'm gonna have to kill somebody now.
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547. Well, goddamn it, I guess nobody gets you.
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548. - What the hell?
- Nobody.
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549. Oh, Jesus.
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550. The bears and the squirrels and the -
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551. I cooked, I cleaned, and I sewed,
and I have a right to live.
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552. Save me.
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553. Hootka!
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554. That's me.
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555. "Wanted.
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556. For the brutal murders of one Thel Russell
and one Charles Ludlow Dickinson."
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557. I didn't kill Thel.
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558. I didn't kill Thel.
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559. Your actions are useless.
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560. This is complete fabrication. They can't...
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561. You cannot stop the clouds
by the building of a ship.
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562. What?
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563. What did you say?
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564. You know, I've had it up to here
with this Indian malarkey.
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565. I haven't understood a single word
you've said since I met you.
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566. Not one single word.
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567. Are you sure you have no tobacco?
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568. I've already told you, I don't smoke.
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569. If I don't smoke, there's a pretty good chance
that I don't have any tobacco.
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570. William Blake.
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571. Whoa.
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572. Whoa.
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573. I guess the best advice
is just not to take any damn advice.
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574. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
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575. What the hell is that?
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576. What's that say?
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577. Read it.
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578. "Wanted.
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579. - William Blake."
- Huh.
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580. For the amount of $500.
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581. Shit.
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582. Hell, ain't we about more fucked
than a whore at closin' time, huh?
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583. Thanks to goddamn Mr. Dickinson, huh?
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584. I'll tell ya what that there says, huh.
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585. It says some pelt-wearin' trapper,
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586. some stinkin',
bean-suckin' possum skinner,
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587. he's gonna collect that reward money.
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588. Make you feel good? Huh?
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589. - A damn pelt skinner.
- I'll be damned.
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590. $500?
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591. I don't understand.
I thought we was hired exclusive.
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592. I mean, he paid us in gold in advance.
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593. I'm out here in the middle of shit's creek
with two loco lunatics.
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594. One who don't say nothin' -
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595. and the other one,
he won't ever stop yappin'.
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596. You gonna shed tears for us?
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597. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
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598. And why not?
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599. Because it ain't good for your health.
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600. Fuck you.
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601. Fuck me?
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602. Fuck you.
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603. Goddamn it.
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604. Jesus, Cole.
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605. He's just a kid.
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606. He's a Navajo mud toy now.
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607. Yeah.
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608. Oh-hoh.
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609. I have just ingested the food
of the Great Spirit.
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610. Grandfather peyote.
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611. Do you think
I could have a little bite of it?
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612. It's not for use, even for William Blake.
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613. The powers of the medicine
gives you sacred visions
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614. that are not for you right now.
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615. My southern brothers
were prohibited from using it...
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616. by the Spanish devils.
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617. But now,
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618. even the Notnomemesa and the Dene...
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619. know of its loving ways.
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620. What?
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621. What are you looking at?
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622. William Blake.
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623. It's so strange that you don't remember
any of your poetry.
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624. I don't know anything about poetry.
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625. Oh, you're so modest.
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626. Listen.
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627. I feel very weak.
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628. I'm hungry.
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629. The quest for vision is a great blessing,
William Blake.
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630. To do so,
one must go without food and water.
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631. All the sacred spirits
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632. recognize those who fast.
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633. It's good to prepare for a journey
in this way.
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634. I seem to have misplaced my eyeglasses.
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635. I can't see clearly.
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636. Perhaps you will see more clearly
without them.
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637. You're a very strange man.
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638. Very strange.
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639. May the great spirit watch over you,
William Blake.
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640. Nobody?
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641. Nobody?
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642. Nobody?
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643. Nobody?
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644. Hey, Marvin.
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645. What?
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646. How come Dickinson's telegram
didn't give no description
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647. of the horse this murderin' fucker stole?
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648. It did, Lee.
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649. A pinto, just like that one.
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650. White legs, brown ass, brown sides.
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651. It did? I don't think it did, Marvin.
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652. Well, you asshole!
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653. You got the damn telegram on you.
Take it out and look.
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654. That's right. Yeah, I got it here.
I'll check it.
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655. Maybe I've been thinking
of them wanted posters.
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656. Lee, it's him.
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657. You William Blake?
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658. Yes, I am.
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659. Do you know my poetry?
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660. Some are born...
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661. to endless night.
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662. Rome weren't built in a day, Cole.
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663. Of course, uh,
I wasn't overseein' that particular job.
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664. - Fresh kill.
- Yeah.
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665. Yeah. No damn tobacco, that's for sure.
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666. Some kind of telegram or something?
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667. What's that say?
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668. Dickinson again.
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669. Aw, goddamn Dickinson.
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670. You mean to tell me
he's even got the law involved in this now?
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671. Jesus.
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672. I tell you one thing though.
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673. If that there Blake fella
keeps on shooting marshals,
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674. I might end up liking the bastard.
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675. Looks like a goddamn religious icon.
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676. Anyhow, gettin' back
to the beginning of the story,
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677. my granddaddy come over from Scotland.
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678. You see, we was actually part
of the MacTwill clan.
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679. I believe the clan tartan
was a kind of gold and purple,
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680. if I remember correctly.
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681. I never wore a lick of it myself.
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682. Dropped the "Mac" part of the name
when he decided to come out West
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683. on account of he figured
it'd get him more work and all.
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684. How 'bout your family history there, Cole?
Let me guess.
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685. I kind of figured you for a German, huh?
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686. I mean, am I right? Am I close?
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687. Austrian?
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688. I'd like to speak with Mr. Dickinson,
please.
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689. I insist on speaking with Mr. Dickinson.
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690. Goddamn redskins!
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691. Nobody?
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692. William Blake.
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693. She's upset.
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694. She's beautiful.
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695. - She didn't mean to call you that.
- Huh?
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696. But you sure interrupted
a very romantic moment, William Blake.
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697. Oh, I'm sorry.
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698. You just stay here until I return.
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699. Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass,
William Blake.
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700. Rise now, and drive your cart and plow
over the bones of the dead.
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701. Do you still have my eyeglasses?
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702. No. I traded them.
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703. You traded them?
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704. Do you have any tobacco?
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705. No.
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706. I traded it.
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707. For what?
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708. I'm not telling.
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709. Liar.
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710. Thief.
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711. I will take you
to the bridge made of waters.
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712. The mirror.
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713. Then you will be taken up
to the next level of the world.
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714. The place where William Blake is from,
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715. where his spirit belongs.
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716. I must make sure
that you pass back through the mirror
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717. at the place where the sea meets the sky.
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718. White man's trading post.
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719. Indians get diseases there.
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720. What do you mean?
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721. Smallpox.
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722. Consumption.
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723. Blankets are infected.
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724. It spreads to the villages.
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725. I see you've acquired a new weapon.
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726. Hmm? Oh, yes, a Winchester.
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727. - Hmm.
- Here, take it.
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728. No.
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729. No, really. Take it.
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730. I took it off a dead white man.
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731. Did William Blake kill this white man?
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732. Yes.
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733. William Blake killed the white man.
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734. We need a canoe.
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735. The water.
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736. "For the brutal murders of Charles Dickinson
and fiancée Thel Russell.
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737. Also the murders of the following:
Territorial Marshal Throneberry,
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738. Deputy Hazlewood, Big George Drakoulious,
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739. Benmont Tench,
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740. and one Salvatore 'Sally' Jenko."
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741. - It's not bad.
- Huh?
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742. It's not a bad illustration of you,
William Blake.
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743. Well, I want you to have it.
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744. It's a present.
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745. Oh-hoh.
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746. Good morning.
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747. May you serve the Lord,
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748. and may his holy dominion
guide you through your dismal life.
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749. How can I be of assistance, my poor man?
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750. All our ammunition is guaranteed.
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751. This latest batch was, in fact,
personally blessed
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752. by the archbishop of Detroit.
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753. Good morning.
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754. May our Lord, Jesus Christ,
wash this earth with his holy light...
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755. and purge its darkest places
from heathens and...
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756. Philistines.
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757. The vision of Christ that thou dost see...
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758. is my vision's greatest enemy.
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759. Do you have tobacco?
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760. We sure don't.
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761. Aren't those tins of tobacco
right there behind you?
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762. Sure are.
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763. But those cans are empty.
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764. There's no tobacco in them.
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765. Perhaps I could interest you
in some beads.
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766. Or possibly a blanket.
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767. Blanket.
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768. Yes, my fine fellow. Ammunition?
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769. Uh, I'd like some tobacco, please.
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770. Well, I may have one or two twists left.
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771. From my personal supply, you understand.
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772. For good friends only.
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773. Good Lord.
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774. You're William Blake.
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775. Yes, I am.
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776. By the grace of the Lord Almighty.
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777. Sir, would it be presumptuous of me
to ask you for...
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778. for your autograph?
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779. Please, kind sir.
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780. It would be a great honor.
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781. Pardon me.
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782. There's my autograph.
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783. God damn your soul to the fires of hell.
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784. He already has.
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785. Hootka.
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786. I'm tired.
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787. I'll free their horses.
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788. I see you've collected
some more white man's metal.
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789. Yes.
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790. I seem to be a magnet for it.
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791. Yeah.
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792. Good day for a canoe ride.
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793. Nobody?
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794. Is this the boat...
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795. that'll take me
across the mirror of water?
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796. No.
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797. This boat's not strong enough,
William Blake.
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798. God.
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799. - Oh-hoh!
- Whoa.
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800. Ho.
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801. Oh-hoh!
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802. Stand up, William Blake.
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803. William Blake.
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804. Stand up.
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805. Walk proudly, William Blake.
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806. That man there?
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807. I know him.
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808. He's a great builder of sea canoes.
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809. Hello.
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810. I prepared your canoe with cedar boughs.
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811. It's time for you to leave now,
William Blake.
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812. Time for you to go back
to where you came from.
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813. You mean Cleveland?
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814. Back to the place
where all the spirits came from...
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815. and where all the spirits return.
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816. This world will no longer concern you.
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817. Found some tobacco.
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818. That tobacco is for your voyage...
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819. William Blake.
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820. Nobody.
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821. I don't smoke.
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822. Oh-hoh, William Blake.
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