Bad Company Page #6

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I just ain't interested.

You dumb sh*t.

You're turnin' this down?!

- Yeah, I am.

- God Almighty!

- He's saving it for his wedding day!

- Well, what if I am, damn it?

- Aw, honey, don't do that.

- Ma'am, I ain't discussing it.

Leave off him,

you goddamn sons of b*tches.

Why you want to waste our money?

We got little enough as it is!

- In your case, that's the truth.

- Go to hell!

C'mon, Drew. Let them kill

themselves for all we care.

- Loney, Jim Bob?

- Just show us where to line up.

How do we know

we ain't buying no pig in a poke?

Min...

Lord.

Oh, Jesus.

- Simms, you in?

- Yeah, sure.

But... Well, you ain't got

no disease, have you?

- That's a hell of a thing to say.

- I just...

They say your brain rots away.

You tryin' to spoil it for us?

Where to, honey?

- That grass looks real soft.

- Well, you name it. I'm first.

Watch your step, now.

Drew,

you're a disappointment to me, boy.

Come on, you sweet thing.

I told you we'd live off the land!

I get seconds.

I get seconds.

It looks like

you're getting hind tit, Simms.

That's all right.

Well, you sure you're clean,

ain't you?

I know I am, hon,

but I can't vouch for your friends.

That was a dinger!

- You done already?

- I don't waste time.

After that, I expect

she's too tuckered out for you boys.

October 20th 1863.

I have resisted temptation,

but how hard it was.

How I long to be in the bosom

of my beloved family.

I think that I should find somebody

to toil with me

through life's weary way.

Unless I do, I will settle

for some poor means

of bestowing my affections

on some poor, pitiful creature,

the same as my good companions

did this afternoon.

What you getting up for?

It's another hour till your turn.

I can't sleep.

I was dreaming about ol' Min.

Hmm? About who?

About the gal this afternoon.

Oh.

She won't forget

that reaming I gave her.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Say, I figure we need an early start

to make up for lost time.

Yeah, I still can't figure out

why you took a passer on that.

Jake, you got something to say?

Damn it, you're looking sideways

at us since ol' Min.

What? No, I wasn't.

See, I ain't got anything

against your doing that,

but I was brought up different.

- Well, don't you wanna do it?

- Well, yes. It's just that...

Well, I was raised to honour a woman.

- You understand that?

- No.

Well, where I come from,

there's good women.

They do it just the same

as the other kind.

Oh, you just don't get it.

All right, lookit.

I've promised to stay on the good

side of life. OK, Jake?

All right? That's the end of it.

You really do come

from good stock, don't you?

Here.

This is them.

Yeah, that's real nice.

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