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- What are you doing?
What am I doing?
- You... were cuddling me.
We... well went frozen.
- No I didn't ...
Yes. You stopped talking.
- That's defence mechanism.
Actually lots of people have it.
- Now you've made that up!
So, you're gonna die out here
or you wanna a ride into town?
No! No!. No! Uh... Yeah! No!
Yeas please! Thank you.
Today's Wednesday. - Wednesday?
- When we all get to it. So who are you really?
Well, I'm a man of many epithets.
There's my stage name, my pen name,
my avatar. Had a pseudonym once, but had to ...
And so the stranger
seeking companionship
finds a woman. Much like
the sirens of the ancient times
luring him to his certain demise.
...and I'm actually of the few men
with the maiden name!
Whow! Here we are.
Oh, oh, right. Well, I sure do appreciate it,
Miss Beans, and if there's anything I could...
See ya,
Beans.
WELCOME TO "DIRT"
- wanna 2001 -
Your're leaving us, Jim?
- Well, we gave it up on that shop.
Gotta sell it. Can't roll
no crowd for I got no water.
Bye!
What is it?
What was that for?
- You're funny looking.
Well, you're funny looking too!
- That's a funny looking shirt!
You're a stranger.
Strangers don't last long here.
Here's your beans, Beans. - I'm
gonna need some more feed, too, Willie.
Well you almost got three corts already.
I can't give you no more credits.
But I have what I owe you
at noon.
You don't understand. It's Mr. Merrymack
from the bank, he cut off all credits.
Hey, Beans?
You know that there fella?
- Beans? Miss Beans?
Nope. - Hey, Beans...
Hey...
Oh. Right! Blend in!
I'd like a... glass of water?
Make it a double!
- Give him two!
Cactus juice.
That's all we got.
Hey, Fruitcup? You are
a long way from home, ain't ya?
Who exactly are you?
Who am I?
I could be anyone.
HECHO IN:
DURANGOWhat's the matter? Your miss
your mamma's mangos?
As a matter of fact, I am.
But not as much as your
daddy's cooking!
Exactly... where did you say
you were from?
Me? I'm from the West.
Out there, beyond the horizon.
Pass the sunset.
The Far west...
Yea, that's right hombres.
The place I come from, we kill a man
before breakfast, just to work up an appetite.
We salt him and we pepper him,
we braise him clarified butter
and then we eat him.
You eat him?
- That's what I said!
Hell, I've seen things make a grown man
lose control of his glandular function.
You spend three days in a horse
carcass, livin' off you own juices.
It'll change a man!
Oh, yes.
Have a few extra aces in this deck, yea?
Just the way I like it.
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