
T:  WYOMING MOUNTAINS:  DAY:  1978:
Washing tin plates.
JACK is a little thicker around the haunch.
                              JACK
               All I'm sayin' is, what's the point to
               makin' it?  If the taxes don't get it, the
               inflation eats it all up.  You should see
               Lureen, punchin' numbers into her adding
               machine, huntin' for extra zeros, her
               eyes gettin' smaller and smaller, it's
               like watchin' a rabbit tryin' to squeeze
               into a snakehole with a coyote on its
               tail.
                              ENNIS
               High-class entertainment.
                              JACK
               For what it's worth.
                              ENNIS
               Lureen.  You and her, it's normal and all?
                              JACK
               Sure.
                              ENNIS
               And she don't ever suspect?
JACK shakes his head no.
                              ENNIS (CONT'D)
               You ever get the feelin', I don't know,
               when you're in town, and someone looks at
               you, suspicious... like he 
knows.  And then
               everyone, lookin' at you, and maybe they
               all know too?
                              JACK
               Maybe it's time you moved 
outta there.
               You know, set yourself up somewhere
               different.  Maybe Texas.
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