
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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