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Then they're mine.

(Elevator rattling)

(guns cocking)

(beeping)

Cooling system's been down for weeks.

Gonna smell fantastic. I recommend you hang back.

Bernard:
When are they gonna fix this?

Livestock management's got other priorities.

(Beeping)

Besides... no one's complained.

Host:
Here's to the lady with the white shoes.

Take all your money, drink all your booze.

Stop.

Unless you plan to decommission the boss.

(Glasses clink)

Ain't got a cherry, that ain't no sin.

She's still got the box that the cherry come in.

(Whirring)

I'll drink to that.

The old coffin varnish.

They don't make that like they used to.

Hmm.

They don't make anything like they used to.

Damn right. Men neither.

I've seen a few showdowns in my day.

More than you know.

(Chuckles)

(liquid pours)

Shall we drink to the lady with the white shoes?

Perhaps we better drink to a... deep and dreamless slumber.

Old Bill here was always a good listener.

He was the second host we ever built.

Were you with us in those days, Bernard, or was that before your time?

Most were decommissioned before I was brought on, I'm afraid.

They repeated themselves, broke down constantly.

A simple handshake would give them away.

You'll put yourself away again, won't you, Bill?

I saw the new gestures, the reveries.

They're beautiful.

The distance you've traveled from then till now, it's remarkable.

Yeah, that's a word for it.

Morning, Daddy. You sleep well?

Well enough.

You headed out to set down some of this natural splendor?

Thought I might.

After my errands, of course.

See you home before dark.

That bandit who gunned down the marshal is still hiding up there in the hills.

I'm not a child anymore. I'll be just fine.

When I was a law man...

Yes, Daddy, I know all about when you were a law man.

I know all your stories and so does every boy that ever came courting.

I know how boys think. Was one myself once.

Given to all manner of drinking and mischief.

Whatever happened to that fearsome ne'er-do-well?

He vanished the day I became your father.

I am what I am because of you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I know, Daddy.

I'll be home before dark.

(Bell ringing)

(chatter)

(hammer clanging)

Sheriff:
Murderous son of a b*tch Hector Escaton gunned down the marshal.

He's now holed up in the mountains.

You there.

You look like the kind of man who'd put his mettle to it.

What do you think, honey?

Sounds fun.

You're new.

Not much of a rind on you.

I'll give you a discount.

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