Lucy Simpson:
What does it feel like to knock somebody down?
Chaney:
It makes me feel a hell of a lot better than it does him.
Lucy Simpson:
That's a reason?
Chaney:
Hey, there's no reason about it. Just money.
Speed:
I suppose you've been down the long, hard road?
Chaney:
Who hasn't?
Speed:
Well, you know Chick, like old momma said, next best thing to playing and winning is playing and losing.
Poe:
Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.
Pettibon:
This has come as quite a setback for us; it was too easy.
Speed:
Ain't nothin' in the rules about ?easy?, Mr. Pettibon.
Chaney:
[putting on his shirt] Anything wrong?
Pettibon:
What's wrong, Mr. Chaney, is that you're too good. You're a ringer, Mr. Chaney.
Speed:
Dammit, my man won fair and square; give us our money, goddammit!
Poe:
[noticing several Cajuns walking up behind Pettibon] Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.
[notices one of the Cajuns has a pistol]
Poe:
Somebody always brings a gun.
Speed:
[being pulled toward the car by Poe and Gayleen] Oh, yeah! Well, the next time I come to this coonass place, I'm goin' to bring a gun!
Pettibon:
[laughing] You do that, Speed; just make sure it's a great big one.
[to his men]
Pettibon:
That's how it's done.
Speed:
[sniffing] You know, Chick, no matter what you do, you'll always smell like fish.
Gayleen Schoonover:
[leaving the fight with the Cajuns] Come all this way to lose all of our money. Just breaks my heart.
Speed:
Breaks my butt is what it breaks!
Chaney:
Just drive around and look at the bayou a while. Then we'll talk to Pettibon about our money.
Jim Henry:
[speed is being held hostage by Gandil's thugs] If things don't work out, who gets to do the job on him?
Card player:
We take turns.
Jim Henry:
Uh-uh. This time, I get to do it.
Speed:
That's right; you ain't won one in a while, have you?
[grins at Jim Henry]
Speed:
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He really cleaned your clock, didn't he?
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Speed:
Every town had somebody who thinks he's tough as a nickel steak; but, they all come to old Speed for the do-re-mi.
Jim Henry:
I want to have a long talk with anybody bettin' against me.
Chick Gandil:
There's no point in avoiding this thing, you know; it's going to happen.
Street:
He's right.
Chaney:
You want it that much?
Street:
I'm getting paid.
Chaney:
[turns away and goes back to his beer]
Street:
I can always reach over and start things right now.
Chaney:
[takes a swig of beer without looking at Street] Yeah, but you won't.
Street:
You don't think so?
Chaney:
[finishes his beer and walks past Street to leave]
Chaney:
You're not going to do it for free.
Poe:
Some are born to fail, others have it thrust upon them.
Speed:
Chaney, I'd like you to meet my old friend Poe. He'll fix up your cuts, bruises, things like that.
Poe:
I have two years of medical school to recommend me.
Chaney:
Two years don't make a doctor.
Poe:
During my third year, a small black cloud appeared on campus; I left under it.
Speed:
What he means is that he is a bona-fide hophead.
Poe:
I have a weakness for opium.
Chaney:
That's a hard habit to break.
Poe:
Some are born to fail, others have failure thrust upon them.
Poe:
[after the dispute with the Cajuns] A sorry spectacle, a poor example of Southern sportsmanship.
Speed:
[making a toast] To the best man I know. To the Napoleon of southern sports: me.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
