:11:10
Five hundred.
Must be a peach of a hand.
:11:20
Oh, thank you, darlin'.
:11:22
Kate! You're not
wearing a bustle.
:11:26
How lewd.
:11:28
Come on, Holliday,
you in or out, goddammit?
:11:32
Why, Ed Bailey, you look like
you're just about ready to burst.
:11:36
Come on! Come on, show!
:11:39
Well, I suppose
I'm deranged, but I...
:11:44
guess I'll just
have to call.
:11:47
Cover your ears, darlin'.
:11:52
Isn't that a daisy?
:11:54
Why, you son-of-a-bitch!
:11:58
Damn, Bailey, just settle down!
:12:00
Shut up! Take your
money and get out,
:12:04
'cause I'm tired of
listenin' to your mouth.
:12:06
Why, Ed Bailey,
:12:09
are we cross?
:12:12
Them guns don't scare me.
:12:16
'Cause without them guns
you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.
:12:20
Ed, what an ugly thing to say.
:12:24
- I abhor ugliness. Does this
mean we're not friends anymore?
-
:12:29
You know, Ed, if I thought
you weren't my friend,
:12:32
I just don't think
I could bear it.
:12:52
There. Now we can
be friends again.