Calamity Jane:
Why didn't you write me any letters, Bill?
Wild Bill Hickok:
I didn't know you could read.
Calamity Jane:
Ha! I could read if you could write.
Wild Bill Hickok:
A woman who has a fella at every station and a beau in every calvary troop west of the Missouri - that woman doesn't need any letters from me.
Calamity Jane:
Aw, Bill, those fellers didn't mean nothin' to me.
Wild Bill Hickok:
Well, they did to me.
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