Rancho Deluxe Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 93 min
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if you should've given in
so easy when they whined and whined...
for another appaloosa,
high-Priced barrel racer.
Yes sir, they've probably
reverted to bucking stock by this time.
Oh shut up, jack,
and take off that ugly mask.
Give me a hand here, jack.
I've got to git.
Just run
all of your ponies into the old corral.
I'll send a stock truck
up for them in the morning.
Okay, dad.
Bye-Bye, daddy.
- How many horses
are we looking for? - Five.
Let's throw
the I ching and see.
No, we ain't throwin'
no I ching to find no horses. Damn.
Eat it, betty.
High school kids can't
pick their nose...
without gettin' stoned
or throwin' the I ching.
You can't sleep at night
without humpin' cowboys in the driveway.
- Watch your lip, Mary.
- Or demolition derby drivers,
Bank tellers, brand inspectors,
just to name a few.
Ladies, damn. I'm gettin' disillusioned.
INow, let's just
ride up there and catch these ponies.
To me, this is
America today.
God wants America
on horseback,
Findin' lost appaloosa
barrel racers.
Do I make
myself clear?
Mary, you and Cecil...
go to the top
of the south pasture,
And we'll go down
We'll herd 'em back
from there.
If we catch one we'll have a simple
time with the others, okay?
Right.
Okay.
Make it to the tree,
she'll die, first fly.
INow Mary,
you don't know any such thing.
Yes, I do.
She's a dumb twat and I can't stand her.
She flushed two lids
down the toilet on me.
Smashed my black light
when she was drunk.
Tore up half my posters.
Scratched
my humble pie albums-
How much difference in age
is there between you? Two years.
But she's just about
exactly half as hip as my grandma is...
down at senior citizens'
crankin' out doilies.
IBetty-
IMe-
Jesus-
IYes-
God.
ILike that, yes!
Jesus.
Yeah!
That is Dyno supreme.
I am loaded.
Stoney weed, I tell you!
The most...
possible primo.
Wha-
Wait, yeah.
Yeah!
Baby!
Baby!
Come on.
Baby!
Baby!
Baby!
Jack.
You-
Oh, you miserable
son of a b*tch!
Is nothing
sacred to you? Woo!
Hey!
Why have I asked you
to save these?
I have asked you
to save these...
because they will
help show us...
are all the work of the same man.
But a lot of people
have 270s, Ms. Brown.
Curt,
you're a slow boat to china.
Now, Burt, will you tell
curt what I told you?
Curt.
Yes, Burt?
The firing pin
of a rifle is just like a fingerprint.
And we're gonna send
those cases down to the ballistics lab.
All right.
Anybody feel like dancin'?
How 'bout you, slow boat?
Music's a little
hard to dance to.
Come on, goddamn it.
I want some gothic
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