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- Yes, sir.

I understand you're going

back down to Mexico?

If the good Lord spares me.

And if I ever get another drink.

Mr. Reece...

- To the brim, that's what a cup's for.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Reece...

...Im a farmer.

You had me fooled.

No, what I mean is,

I was raised on a farm.

I know a lot about animals, and I'm

interested in the cattle business.

That's why I came here.

I'd like to go to work for you, sir.

Cockroach.

What makes you think

you'd like to go trail-herding?

All my life I've dreamt

of going into the cattle business.

Getting on the trail.

I hate Chicago,

I'd like to live in the open.

- You know what I mean.

- I know.

Lying under the stars,

the boys singing around the campfire.

And your faithful old horse

grazing at the grass by your side.

- You do much riding?

- Me?

I bet I could ride all day and night.

Is that a fact?

- I bet you like horses.

- I sure do.

I thought so.

You're an idiot. A dreamy idiot,

and that's the worst kind.

Know what it's really like?

Dust storms and cloudbursts.

Only a fool wants that.

And that hogwash about horses.

The loyalty and intelligence

of the horse.

A horse's brain

is the size of a walnut.

They're mean, treacherous and stupid.

Not enough sense to move away

from a hot fire.

No sensible man loves a horse.

He tolerates the filthy animal

because riding's better than walking.

Pour me a little more whiskey.

In spite of having a brain

the size of a bean, no horse ever...

- And did you ever taste horse?

- No.

Hasn't got a gamy or beef flavour.

Just tastes like horse.

As for cattle, those miserable,

slab-sided fleabags...

- Pour yourself a drink.

- No.

No matter what you say,

I want that job.

- Try another outfit.

- I have.

A tenderfoot's

too much responsibility.

- It wouldn't be your responsibility.

- Everything is on the trail!

Can you put the studs

in that dress shirt?

I don't wanna be late for the opera.

I thought I saw a spider up there.

Isn't that beautiful? It is.

Mike, isn't that the most

beautiful thing you ever heard?

One thing about opera: It sounds

just as bad no matter who sings it.

Hey, boss!

This is the best party you ever threw!

- It was good last year.

- She wasn't here last year.

And we weren't expecting

that extra money.

Thank my friend here.

He overpaid for the herd!

Yes, you did!

Well, well, well.

Leaving a little early,

aren't you, Peggy?

- Tom, the poker game's all set up.

- Let's go to work!

You ladies amuse yourselves

for a while. Don't go away, though.

Come on, Mike!

I hate to keep bleeding you, Tom,

but I have to raise it 100.

It's up to you, Reece.

- I'll call you.

- Pass.

Pass.

Three kings.

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