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Turn him over.
"...thou, nor thy sons with thee...
"...lest ye shall die.
"Look not thou upon the wine|when it is red...
"At the last it biteth like a serpent...
"...and stingeth like an adder."
...that's from the Good Book...
...but in this town...
...it's five cents a glass.
Five cents a glass.
The price of a drink? Let him decide...
...who has lost his courage and pride...
...who lies a groveling|heap of clay not far removed....
All's quiet, sir.
Let's fall in.
I beg your pardon.
-I'm so sorry.|-Allow me, ma'am.
Thornton, wake up! Soldiers!
I don't care what you meant to do...
...it's what you did I don't like.
You inconvenienced this lady,|and made a fool of yourself...
...and this railroad.
Now, I want you to apologize to this....
Yes, can I help you?
If they move, kill them.
ls he with them?
Hold your fire! Get down!
Wait till they come out.
I can nail him.
I said, wait!
What if they go out the back?
It's covered.|You two-bit redneck peckerwood.
I solemnly promise...
...God helping me....
...to abstain from all distilled,|fermented malt liquors...
...including wine, beer and cider...
People marching down the street.|They'll pass by the horses.
We'll join them.
The Temperance Union?
They should have been told.
"Yes, we'll gather at the river
"The beautiful, beautiful river
"Gather with the saints at the river"
Maybe more, there, on the roof.
Son of a bitch!
Hell, I wouldn't know.
Buck, with Abe.
I kill them now?
Hold them here as long as you can.
I'll hold them till hell freezes over|or you say different.
When I kick him out, blast him.
We'll run for it.
Give me that shotgun.
"The beautiful, beautiful river
"Gather with the saints at the river
Good luck, boys!
They're blowing this town to hell!
Now, you just hush now.
You know that one?
"Shall we gather at the river
Come on, you lazy bastard!
They've cleared out, for Christ's sake!
Let's go, T.C. !
Put some more on!
Take him !
I shot this one!|Look at the size of that hole!
You just dig out that bullet|and see if it ain't my .06!
You know I shot him.
-Daddy! Daddy!|-Did he have any money?
Damn, I can't get his belt off!
You stupid, damn fools!
What were we doing up on that roof?
Don't talk like that to me.
Come on, T.C., help me get his boots.
Why didn't you kill Pike|when you had the chance?
Feathers flew like a turkey!
They shouldn't have run.
How'd you like to kiss|my sister's black cat's ass?
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