Chico:
Villages like this they make up a song about every big thing that happens. Sing them for years.
Chris Adams:
You think it's worth it?
Chico:
Don't you?
Chris Adams:
It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that.
Chico:
Hey. How can you talk like this? Your gun has got you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't that true?
Vin:
Yeah, sure. Everything. After awhile you can call bartenders and faro dealers by their first name - maybe two hundred of 'em! Rented rooms you live in - five hundred! Meals you eat in hash houses - a thousand! Home - none! Wife - none! Kids... none! Prospects - zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams:
Yeah. Places you're tied down to - none. People with a hold on you - none. Men you step aside for - none.
Lee:
Insults swallowed - none. Enemies - none.
Chris Adams:
No enemies?
Lee:
Alive.
Chico:
Well. This is the kind of arithmetic I like.
Chris Adams:
Yeah. So did I at your age.
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