Willy:
[points his rifle at Dobson] Think about it, boy! I got hollow-points in this thing. It don't matter where one of 'em goes in, it leaves a hell of a mess comin' out.
Dobson:
[panting, out of breath] What are you stopping for?
Banks:
I'm thinkin', big man, I'm thinkin'.
Dobson:
We ain't got time for that! We gotta put some space between us and that old man!
Doug:
[warily] How long did you say this hike is again?
Cindy:
About five miles.
[laughing]
Cindy:
Don't worry, you could do it sitting down.
Doug:
I probably ought to. I'm a writer; I sit down a lot. Builds up the muscles in the old...
[rubs his behind]
Cindy:
Never mind. Wouldn't want you to get a concussion.
Banks:
Five hundred dollars, whoa! I can practically feel that money burnin' a hole in my pocket right now!
Dobson:
Burnin', huh? Burnin' like you burnt that Mexican gal down there in Cortez?
Banks:
And who was it that lit a match... just like I did?
Doug:
[sitting down after a long hike] How much does this pack weigh, anyhow?
Cindy:
Oh, about thirty, thirty-five pounds...
Doug:
Ugh...
Cindy:
Mine's about fifty.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
