Cheyenne:
Ma'am, it seems to me you ain't caught the idea.
Jill:
Of course I have. I'm here alone in the hands of a bandit who smelled money. If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory!
Cheyenne:
[sighs]
You make good coffee, at least?
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