The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[Meryl]

The great Ang was super-skilled at coordinating the combination of scenes in the movie, displaying great fearlessness in leaving some on the cutting room floor.

[Toast]

                    JACK
          I got something for you too. I was
          gonna wait till our last morning.
 
He gets up, opens a duffle bag, finds a package, a long box.

                    JACK
           C'mon.

Ennis looks tentative. Then opens the box. It's a spectacular, custom finished hunting rifle.
 
                    JACK
               (details to be furnished later)
          That's gold plate on the back there. See the
          engraving. Limited edition [etc etc etc --
          he points out all the features]
   
Ennis is stunned.

[2004 screenplay]

[Fran]

The OLD MAN kicks at the tractor tire a time or two, as if irritated it exists.  Looks at ENNIS.

                    OLD MAN
          Where was you raised, bud?

                    ENNIS
          Uh, Sage.

                    OLD MAN
          Why, that ain't hardly in Wyoming, that's
          nearly to Utah.  You ain't a damn Mormon,
          are you?

                    ENNIS
          No, sir.  I just never heard of no place
          called Brokeback.

[2004 screenplay]

=aside= Toast
Thanks.

[memento]

EXT: BIG HORN MOUNTAINS, WYOMING: DAY: 1973:
ENNIS and JACK are horseback, trotting across a high meadow.
JACK fiddles with his rope. Ropes a sagebrush, then throws
it at a rabbit.

[2004 screenplay]

[southendmd]

Ennis behaves gentlemanly when faced with flirty hippie coeds.

[Toast]

2  INT: WYOMING HIGHWAY: TRUCK CAB: NIGHT: CONTINUOUS: 1963:  2

It is lighter now, but the light is high, and the plain still mainly dark, the lights of Signal, Wyoming vivid, closer now, perhaps five miles ahead.

Patsy Cline's "WALKIN' AFTER MIDNIGHT" on the radio. The TRUCKER, inscrutable, barrels on. Cabin is hazy with cigarette smoke.

In profile, WE SEE the passenger take an old mashed-up Stetson off the dashboard.

[2004 screenplay]

[Fran]

44  EXT:  BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, WYOMING:  CAMP:  NIGHT:  1963:  44

JACK and ENNIS outside, sit apart, between a log and a blazing fire, having just finished what they had done the last few nights inside the tent.  ENNIS leans back against the log. Stares into the fire.  JACK sits, idly braiding a quirt.

Far below, WE SEE the lights of vehicles on a highway miles away, the cars and trucks crawling slowly across the plain.

ENNIS lights a cigarette.  Looks down at the distant highway.

                    ENNIS
          Look at them cars.

                    JACK
          What?

                    ENNIS
          I used to wonder... warm nights, we'd all
          sit on the front porch, mom and dad, my
          brother and sis and me.  The highway was
          four miles away, and you could see it, a
          long line of lights, and I could sit
          there like a fuckin' dog, for hours just
          sit there wondering where they were all
          going.

[2004 screenplay]

[memento]

Jack jests about just how square Ennis is when he says: "Yeah, you're pretty square, aren't you? If they only knew just how square you are!"

[Meryl]

Although hippies certainly weren't a part of the legendary West, they have their own little corner there now, thanks to their brief appearance in the body of lore that surrounds the making of Brokeback Mountain.

[Toast]

2  INT: WYOMING HIGHWAY: TRUCK CAB: NIGHT: CONTINUOUS: 1963:  2

It is lighter now, but the light is high, and the plain still mainly dark, the lights of Signal, Wyoming vivid, closer now, perhaps five miles ahead.

Patsy Cline's "WALKIN' AFTER MIDNIGHT" on the radio. The TRUCKER, inscrutable, barrels on. Cabin is hazy with cigarette smoke.

In profile, WE SEE the passenger take an old mashed-up Stetson off the dashboard.

This is ENNIS DEL MAR: about twenty, but nonetheless compelling, not light or frivolous in disposition, appearance or manner, uncommonly quick reflexes--a high-school drop-out country boy with no prospects, brought up to hard work and privation, rough-mannered, rough-spoken, inured to the stoic life. Has outgrown his faded denim cowboy shirt, his wrists stick well out of the sleeves, the buttons gap.

                    ENNIS
              (straightens the creases of the hat, sets it on his head)
          That's Signal, ain't it?

                    TRUCKER
              (no conversationalist)
          Was the last time I come this way.

[2004 screenplay]