The Rambler Page #4
( all jeering )
I been born
and I'm gonna die...
Ahem.
I didn't like where that was going.
I didn't like where that went.
I guess I could have handled it differently,
but I had to get you out of there, man.
That hook, man, what a bummer.
Listen, I can get us three-to-one
in the next town over.
Mean son of a b*tch named Ernie.
But like I said, man, you got speed.
Just hit him in the head a bunch,
you'll do fine.
( groans )
( static crackles, indistinct talking )
Something I should tell you, son.
What's that?
You can't win this one.
Not possible.
He's f***in' fast.
Strong too, and big.
- You're gonna get your ass kicked.
- Mmm.
F***in' bad.
I padded the odds.
Bet on the other guy.
I'll cut you in, I promise.
- Round one!
- ( bangs )
Referee:
Three, two, one...
Get up, man.
( all shouting )
( can banging )
- Round two!
- ( bangs )
Stay down, man.
( silent )
- Ah!
- Hey, man?
( grunting )
You gotta get the f*** out of here.
These a**holes will
probably cut your head off,
they find out they got hustled.
I got a really bad reputation around here,
so it's probably for the best.
Perhaps I should have told you
that I am completely untrustworthy.
But I guess on some level,
sensed that about me.
Had a nice time with you, though.
( coin clatters )
( ringing )
Hello?
Rambler:
Hey, Susan?
Um, is that really you?
How'd you guess?
You sound just like your
brother on the phone.
I guess so.
So how's it going?
Oh, relatively well.
Got your letter.
Your brother's dying for a decent hand.
It's hard to come by these days.
Oh, yeah?
I bet.
Hey, is he around?
He's out back breaking a horse.
This gelding's so mad.
I'm actually interested to see
who's going to win this one.
Well, if he's still alive
when you next see him,
let him know I'm on my way.
I'll see you soon.
'Kay. Bye, Susan.
( pops )
( buzzing )
What you havin', stranger?
Uh, egg.
You got it.
Not bad, cowboy.
Ain't a cowboy.
You smell like one.
Yeah, you might have a point there.
How's that road treating you?
She's rough.
This was easy.
Don't push your luck.
( laughs )
Whoo!
( whistling, popping )
( fizzing, whistling )
( thumps )
Rambler:
I'm... out of money.
F***in' news flash.
I'll pay you back.
Whatever.
I'll pay you back, babe,
or something. I will.
Cashier:
Sale on merlot.
Been here for a while.
Hey.
You have yourself a nice day.
( door beeps )
( licking )
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