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:34:16
Come here, you little runt, and have a...
Come up here.

:34:18
Please, mister.
:34:20
Take a drink.
:34:23
Please don't, mister. Please.
:34:32
When I tell them to take a drink,
they drink, don't they?

:34:36
Well, they better.
:34:45
You're a rough, eh, Yountis?
Just whip your weight on wildcats, huh?

:34:49
Who asked you?
:34:51
Come on, Sol. You're all right, huh? Sure.
:34:56
That's their idea of a joke.
You go ahead about your business.

:34:59
- They won't be bothering you none, now.
- Thanks, Mr. Cravat.

:35:03
Thank you.
:35:08
Threatening to make Osage
the terror of the Southwest...

:35:11
as in the old days of the Cimarron, huh?
:35:12
- Now, you as the editor...
- Yeah, me as editor...

:35:15
I'm interviewing citizens of note
regarding their sentiments.

:35:19
- What's yours?
- Stick to your lawn.

:35:21
Come on, Yountis. You know
what I'm aiming at. Who killed Paigler?

:35:24
I'm advising you to keep your mouth shut.
:35:27
Or the next time,
it won't be your sombrero.

:35:30
Thanks for the sentiment. Mine is...
:35:39
Cherokee death cry. Means, you or him.
:35:43
The second button on his coat
is about the spot for his wishbone...

:35:49
maybe a couple of inches higher.

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