BBarfly
I won't fuck Chinese; I got a mother living yet.
HHawkeye
She the jealous type?
S2E.B. Was Left Out
CCon
Hey, you ever hear, Tom, the Chinese whore has a ancient way of milking ya of yer sorrow, your loneliness and that awful feeling of bein' forsaken?
Seems to me that'd leave you with nothing.
Request of the widow Garret E.B. that I may be allowed to call upon her.
Today? Shall I tell her time is of the essence?
When ain't it?
I'll aim for early afternoon
Stop walking with me E.B..
Yes, of course. And if she pries and pokes and prods me to elicit your intentions?
Tell her I wouldn't say.
And if she asks me why you wouldn't?
Say you're a pain in my balls that can't desist from inquiry till told to shut his fucking mouth and act on the task he was asked to fucking do!
Have we a new Pope?
She's some fuck, E.B..
What's this about?
I'm done at that hardware store with their fuckin' harpin' and badgerin'.
Who's harping? The jew?
Are you making a fuckin' pun?
I'm asking a fucking question.
The jew. And fuckin' Bullock also. I'm erratic with my decimals and the like.
So harping now is a hardship on the same fucking order of a boot on your fucking neck? Do not fucking fault them, Trixie, for your own fucking fears of tumblin' to somethin' new.
Guidance for me, before you turn to your numbers?
Tread lightly, who lives in hope of pussy.
A man, as it happens a rival of mine, learning the secret of a great man's lieutenant would make that lieutenant his slave. My rival knows that expanding the circle of the informed, diluting his power, will confound his intention, so he takes precaution to be the sole sharer of his secret. Then the world being the world.. along comes a half-assed knight-errant, Utter, Hickok's ex-partner, to put all my rival's plans at risk. I'd seek audience with Utter, verify my thinking. He earns his bread shipping packages. And as the dimwit nobility that made him intercede may now make him reticent, you, Chief, will be my prop and ploy whilst I seek to draw him out.
Why, Al?
Why, E.B.? Because being present at that meeting and made as you are, blackmail would have proved irresistible and pursuing it would have gotten you murdered.
Prudence dictates my requiring, in return, your account of what Miss Stubbs told you.
The prudentest thing you can do is not name that girl again with me in the fucking room.
I am simply asking confirmation of what you were told and by whom.
And I'm promising I'll sooner blow off your fucking head, and take the fucking letter from your corpse than confide any fucking particulars.
To me?
To any fucking one, when I give my word I wouldn't.
The bald contempt of it. Why not come out five abreast? Cavorting and taunting, "E.B was left out! E.B was left out!" Cocksuckers! Cunt-lickers! I'll make you filthy gestures. Public service was never my primary career. Two come this way...
S2Childish Things
Maybe you're mistrusted less as a killer than showin' your cards a corner at a time.
My bicycle masters boardwalk and quagmire with aplomb. Those that doubt me, suck cock by choice.
Sometimes I hear you speakin' in here when I know there's nobody in here but you.
You have not yet reached the age, Dan, have you, where you're moved to utterance of thoughts properly kept silent?
Been known to mutter.
Not the odd mutter. Habitual fuckin' vocalizing of thoughts best kept to yourself. I will confide further. Lately... I talk to this package: the severed rotting head I paid bounty on last year of that murdered fuckin' Indian.
Would you like a drink?
Yes. But my opening position is no.
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