As the BARTENDER is about to bring the CLOWN his beer, JACK
limps over and hands the BARTENDER some bills.
The CLOWN [looks] surprised.
JACK
(to bartender)
Like to buy Jimbo a beer. Best rodeo
clown I ever worked with.
JACK stands close to his shoulder.
JIMBO
(firmly)
No thanks, cowboy. If I was to let every
rodeo hand I pulled a bull off of buy me
liquor, I'd been an alcoholic long ago...
There is something, a frissson, a vibe, that gives the CLOWN
an uneasy feeling... although he remains perfectly
friendly... takes his beer, stands up.
JIMBO (CONT'D)
Pulling bulls off you buckaroos is just
my job. Save your money for your next
entry fee, cowboy.
Watches JIMBO walk over, sit down with a table full of calf-
ropers, all of them wearing piggin strings over their
shoulders like bandaliers.
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