Artemus Gordon:
I've been trying to place myself in Loveless' shoes.
Capt. James West:
Good luck with that one.
Artemus Gordon:
What could this demented maniac with no reproductive organs, want with Rita?
Artemus Gordon:
[Rita falls through the train's sliding roof, beside West, unseen by Gordon]
Which is not to say Rita doesn't possess a beauty worthy of a Shakespeare sonnet or a Botticelli painting. My god, the curvature of her buttocks and the swell of that magnificent bosom. So full, so sumptous, so...
Artemus Gordon:
[turns and notices Rita]
... what were all those foreign ministers doing at Loveless' party? This is what really puzzles me, did you have any idea there were so many, so foreign, so...
[quietly to West]
Artemus Gordon:
How long has she been here?
Capt. James West:
Somewhere around Botticelli's buttocks.
Artemus Gordon:
I am profoundly sorry.
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