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"Notify every marshal, deputy and possum-skinnin' lowlife in the goddamn territory."
Dead Man
"Bring everybody in. I want that bastard's head."
Dead Man
"And make sure you include a full description of my pinto. I want that horse back."
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"[Twill] Goddamn pinto is a stupid damn animal."
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"Stupid as the day is long."
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"[Indistinct]"
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"Got his heart so set on one. Buy yourself a sorrel horse..."
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"and paint some white spots on him as far as I'm concerned."
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"Jesus Christ."
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"Course, ya can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation..."
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"talkin' to a bear."
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"Talkin' to a goddamn bear."
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"The round stones beneath the earth..."
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"have spoken through the fire."
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"What?"
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"Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike,"
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"and the speaking stones have lain a long time lookin' at the sun."
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"The speaking stones?"
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"Some believe they descend with the lightning,"
Dead Man
"but I believe they are on the ground and are projected downward by the bolt."
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"Did you kill the white man who killed you?"
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"I'm not dead."
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"What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?"
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"Blake."
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"William Blake."
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"Is this a lie? Or a white man's trick?"
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"- No, I'm William Blake. - [Horse Neighing]"
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"Then you are a dead man."
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"I'm sorry. I d... I don't understand."
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"Is your name really William Blake?"
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"Yes."
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"Every night..."
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"and every morn',"
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"some to misery are born."
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"Every morn' and every night,"
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"some are born to sweet delight."
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"Some are born to sweet delight."
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"Some are born to endless night."
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"I really don't understand."
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"But I understand, William Blake."
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"You were a poet and a painter."
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"And now, you are a killer of white men."
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"You must rest now, William Blake."
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"Some are born to sweet delight."
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"Some are born to endless night."
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"Makin' biscuits, Mommy."
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"[Muttering]"
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"Sweetheart."
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"You didn't touch it, did you?"
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"- Huh? - No."
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"- You swear to me. - I swear."
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"[Indistinct]"
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"Swear to me you're tellin' the truth."
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"Yes, I swear I'm tellin' the truth."
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"Not a goddamn word to no one, ever."
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"You understand?"
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"Don't ever ask me no questions."
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"Where are we?"
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"You are being followed, William Blake."
Dead Man
"Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?"
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"Often the evil stench of white man precedes him."
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"Why don't we, uh..."
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"Maybe we should, uh..."
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"What should we do?"
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"The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow."
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"[Twill] Ever wish you were the moon?"
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"Geez, my Henry's cold."
Dead Man
"Aw, come on!"
Dead Man
"My britches been open like that how long?"
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"Only been ridin' a couple of days together, but Jesus,"
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"one of you fellas could've mentioned the fact that..."
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"Unsaddle your goddamn horses."
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"Unsaddle your goddamn horse."
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"Go on."
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"- [Chuckling] Geez. - An Injun dug this fire pit."
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"Oh."
Dead Man
"Oh, an Indian. [Indistinct]"
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"We ain't trackin' no goddamn Injuns, Cole. I mean, uh,"
Dead Man
"hell, Dickinson didn't say nothin' about trackin' no goddamn Injuns."
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"I mean, the boy's name is William Blake."
Dead Man
"You know a lotta Indians, do ya, named William Blake? I mean, "Howdy, Chief Billy...""
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"D'you hear somethin'?"
Dead Man
"Huh?"
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"- Did ya? - No. No."
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"I guess it was nothin'."
Dead Man
"You know about Wilson?"
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"- What? - Do you know about Cole Wilson?"
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"What kinda question is that? 'Course I know about Cole Wilson."
Dead Man
"Everybody knows about him. He's a livin' legend."
Dead Man
"Fucked his parents."
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"- He what? - He fucked his parents."
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"- Both of 'em? - Yeah."
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"Mother. Father. Parents. Both of 'em. Fucked 'em."
Dead Man
"Oh."
Dead Man
"And you know what I heard?"
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"After he killed 'em, he cooked 'em up and ate 'em."
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"Are you telling me he killed both his pa..."
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"I'm tellin' you he killed 'em. He fucked 'em. He cooked 'em up. He ate 'em."
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"He ain't got a goddamn conscience. You understand what I'm sayin'?"
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"He'd just as soon slit our goddamn throats in the middle of the night as walk."
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"[Horse Nickering]"
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"Course, someone your age, Jesus,"
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"if you was to put one in him..."
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""Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett Slays Cole Wilson.""
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"William Blake,"
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"do you know how to use this weapon?"
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"- Not really. - That weapon will replace your tongue."
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"You will learn to speak through it,"
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"and your poetry will now be written with blood."
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"What is your name?"
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"My name is Nobody."
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"- Excuse me? - My name is Exaybachay:"
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"He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing."
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"He Who Talks..."
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"I thought you said your name was Nobody."
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"I prefer to be called Nobody."
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"[Blake] Nobody?"
Dead Man
"Um, shouldn't you be with your own tribe or somethin'?"
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"My blood is mixed."
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"My mother was Ohm gahpi phi gun ni."
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