Phil Burbank: Well, well. Ain't them purrdy? I wonder, what little lady made these?
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從刀劍下拯救我的靈魂，讓我的愛人遠離邪惡
Deliver my soul from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog.
Phil Burbank: Bronco Henry told me that a man was made by patience in the odds against him.
"Deliver my soul from the sword. My darling from the power of the dog."
Phil Burbank: So, to us brothers, Romulus and Remus, and the wolf who raised us. Bronco Henry. El Lupo.
Phil Burbank: Well, well. Ain't them purrdy? I wonder, what little lady made these?
Stan: No one tell him to soak those jeans?
Phil Burbank: Bronco Henry told me that a man was made by patience in the odds against him.
Peter Gordon: "Deliver my soul from the sword. My darling from the power of the dog."
Phil Burbank: Well, well. Ain't them purrdy? I wonder, what little lady made these?
Phil Burbank: So, to us brothers, Romulus and Remus, and the wolf who raised us. Bronco Henry. El Lupo.
Stan: No one tell him to soak those jeans?
Peter Gordon: "Deliver my soul from the sword. My darling from the power of the dog."
Phil Burbank: Well, well. Ain't them purrdy? I wonder, what little lady made these?
Phil Burbank: So, to us brothers, Romulus and Remus, and the wolf who raised us. Bronco Henry. El Lupo.
Rose Gordon: What is it, George? George Burbank: I just want to say... how nice it is not to be alone.
George Burbank: Did you write to the old lady? Phil Burbank: Yeah, I dropped them both a line. George Burbank: Did you say something about Rose? Phil Burbank: Rose. Yeah well, you and I know what the old lady would feel if she thought you were getting mixed up with her. She'd likely have a haemorrhage. George Burbank: The old lady would feel as one Mrs Burbank would for another Mrs Burbank. Phil Burbank: Come again? George Burbank: We were married Sunday. She got rid of her property in Beech.
Phil Burbank: You got a sore gut? George Burbank: No. Phil Burbank: It looks it pains you to hit two words together.
George Burbank: I was looking for you. Phil Burbank: Well, you found me. George Burbank: Everyone's here. We're just about to eat. They were asking after you. Phil Burbank: Really? George Burbank: Yes, we're counting on your conversation. I wanted to apologise for what I said... Phil Burbank: You two can keep your apologies to yourself, I'm not coming. George Burbank: And what will I say? The Old Lady wants to see you, they've both come a long way. Phil Burbank: Then you tell them the truth. That I stink and I like it!
Rose Gordon: Well, brother Phil, we had such a nice trip. Phil Burbank: I'm not your brother. You're a cheap schemer.
George Burbank: What you said about her boy tonight, Phil. It made her cry. Phil Burbank: She had her ear to the door? George Burbank: She was crying, Phil. Phil Burbank: Well, hell. The boy had to snap out of it and get human. Just pointed it out, is all. She should damn well know.
Peter Gordon: Is something wrong, Phil? Phil Burbank: Wrong? For Christ's sake. Every goddamn hide is gone! Oh, she really put her foot in it this time! Peter Gordon: You think she did it? She sold them? Phil Burbank: Bloody tootin'. Or maybe even gave them away. Peter Gordon: W-why? Why would she do that, Phil? She knew we needed the hides. Phil Burbank: Because she was drunk! Pie eyed, she was smashed! I think you'd know from the books your pa left you, that your ma's got... . uhhh what chamacallit alcoholic personality? It comes under the letter A! Peter Gordon: You're not going to say anything to her? Phil Burbank: Say anything? I won't say nothin'. But sure as one good hell brother George is going to.
Jock: How come you don't wear gloves? Phil Burbank: How 'bout 'cause they're not needed... . Castrate fifteen hundred head, then nick your thumb on the last.
George Burbank: Rose isn't well, Phil. She's ill. Phil Burbank: Not well? It is high time that bozo and you got next to a few... whatever you call them? Facts! She stashes alcohol all around the place, even drinking in the stinking alley. Look at your face in the mirror! Is it that she could like? Or our money? WAKE! THE HELL UP! George Burbank: That's enough, Phil. Well, what is the harm? The hides were only going to be burned. Phil Burbank: I needed them. *I* needed them. George Burbank: Well, I apologise. George Burbank: Phil Burbank: They were MINE! I needed them!
Phil Burbank: I didn't get washed up, so I didn't come. Old Lady: You didn't wash? The Governor: Oh, he's a ranchman, isn't that right? That's honest dirt.
