McCabe & Mrs. Miller Page #2

off the sides there, straight down.

I wouldn't stay up there for free...

if you had a goddamn San Francisco whore

in every bed.

The dealer is still in the game.

Bart, do you know how to square a circle?

Shove a 4 x 4 up a mule's ass.

Shall we make this a quarter game?

Sheehan, bring these boys a bottle on me.

Potatoes! Hot potatoes for a penny!

Hot potatoes, a penny!

You don't know what you're doing.

You got no experience at this.

I need two more.

All right, I've got one more

I can let you have. Wait a minute.

Kate, come on out here.

You can have her,

but you'll have to get her some teeth.

- All right. How much for three?

- Three? $80 each.

$80 for a chippy?

I can get a goddamn horse for $50!

I'll give you $200 for the three of them.

I'll be lucky if this split-tail

makes it through the winter.

You made a mighty long ride down here.

You must need them bad.

- Archer, let's get the guns on the table.

- F*** the table. You don't know nothing.

You son of a b*tch, tell me

how many spare chippies you got...

you butternut muff diver,

and I'll tell you how many I need!

- I've got two I can spare.

- That's bullshit! I want three.

You want three.

Tell you what I'm going to do.

You want three for $200, right?

I think maybe we can work out a deal.

I'll buy you a drink.

How much farther is this town, anyway?

You still bitching your ass off?

Come on. Get.

Come on, hang on.

Listen, with an ass like yours,

you don't feel anything.

Where's Berg?

Where are the tents?

Bart, hold it.

- Berg? Where's Berg?

- Jeremy, McCabe wants you.

Yeah, okay. Coming.

- How come the tents ain't up?

- We did a lot of work while you were gone.

- Where's the tents?

- Tents?

- For the ladies.

- Jesus, the tents.

The roofing material didn't come in,

so we had to start on the front.

We can get them up for you by tomorrow.

We would have had them up by now,

except Robbie's had the runs...

so we've been trying

not to use him much this week.

It's been going around, Mr. McCabe.

Mrs. Dunn, she's been poorly, too.

You going to talk to her?

They're very difficult to install

on account of the rain.

We had to use the canvas for the tents

on the roof, because of the rain.

I'm going to talk to her, then.

That's real pretty.

Let her go, you...

What the hell? Ain't you boys never seen

no crumpet before, for Christ's sake?

Robbie, you got a job to do, ain't you?

Nobody's going to touch those ladies

until we're open for business.

We ain't open until we get them tents up.

Now, you get back to work.

Get your ass off your shoulder,

and we'll have some fun.

You boys make up your mind

if you want to get your cookies.

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