:01:37
Deader than a Paiute's grave.
:02:12
DARBY: Well?
-That guy's awful slow getting there.
:02:16
I feel sorry for him. Always in reach
and never able to do anything about it.
:02:23
-I got a feeling she could do better.
-You're boasting.
:02:28
-What'll you have? Whiskey?
-What you got?
:02:30
Whiskey.
:02:31
You ever see such a guy?
All winter I've been thinking. . . .
:02:35
And all he's got's whiskey.
:02:37
-That's rotten, ain't it?
-Rotten.
:02:40
Two glasses and a bottle.
:02:47
(SMITH CLEARS THROAT)