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1:07:01
Poe don't want me
to off the pigs.

1:07:04
Well, it's not difficult to surmise how
Nathan here feels about killing guards.

1:07:07
And my own proclivities
are, uh...

1:07:10
well-known and, uh,
often-lamented facts of penal lore.

1:07:15
What I'm wonderin' is why you have
any opinion about it at all.

1:07:18
Cyrus, this is your barbecue,
man, and it tastes good.

1:07:21
But I was just sayin' to Mr Dog
over here, that if it was my barbecue...

1:07:25
I'd wait for that old jumbojet
in the sky before I start
killin' our only leverage.

1:07:29
- Shut the fuck up!
- Don't you want to get high
and get laid?

1:07:31
- Shit.
- Oh, fuck this!

1:07:33
Put the gun down.
Put the gun down, Nathan.

1:07:37
Poe's right.
We're goin' to Plan "B."

1:07:40
Gonna get a refuelling truck
and a tractor.

1:07:43
So get back there
and dig the plane out.

1:08:02
No. Yes!
1:08:21
- Viking, 'bout time to go
and get that tractor, yeah?
- Right.

1:08:27
- I'll get the fuel truck.
- Thanks, Poe.

1:08:30
You've proven to be
a most useful mammal.

1:08:33
"Many hands make light work."
My daddy taught me that.

1:08:36
- You know what my daddy taught me?
- What's that?

1:08:39
- Nothin'.
- Self-educated man.

1:08:45
- Have you found Vince Larkin?
- We're having trouble
reaching him, sir.

1:08:48
Of course, you're having trouble
reaching him!

1:08:51
He's off saving the rain forest or
recycling his sandals or some shit.


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