Rev. Smith: The Lord is our final comfort, but it's a solac…
Rev. Smith: The Lord is our final comfort, but it's a solace having friends. I know that from past experience.
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Doc: I see as much misery outta them movin' to justify their selves as them that set out to do harm.
Seth: What about what he called you?
Sol: I been called worse by better.
Doc: I'd rather be lucky than smart.
Al: Cocksuckers. Where were they when Dan and me were, chopping trees in this gulch? Hands all blistered. Bucktooth fuckin' beavers rolling around in the creek. Slappin' their tails in the water like we was hired entertainment.
Trixie: I'd pay a nickel to see you choppin' wood.
Al: Yeah. Don't think I wasn't blow for blow with Dan. I can play that shit when I have to. But I been to Chicago, too. (Turns around, puts his arms out) How do I look?
Trixie: Like Christ crucified.
Bill: I'm doin' what I wanna do.
Charlie: Bullshit!
Bill: Some goddamn time, a man's due to stop arguin' with hisself.
Feeling he's twice the goddamn fool he knows he is, because he can't be something he tries to be every goddamn day, without once
getting to dinner time and not fucking it up. I don't wanna fight it no more. Understand me, Charlie? And I don't want you pissing in my ear about it. Can you let me go to hell the way I want to?
Charlie: Yeah. I can do that.