Proulx wrote:
"How much is once in a while?" said Jack. "Once in a while ever four fuckin' years?"
"No," said Ennis, forbearing to ask whose fault that was. "I goddamn hate it that you're goin' a drive away in the mornin' and I'm goin' back to work. But if you can't fix it, you got a stand it," he said. "Shit. I been lookin' at people on the street. This happen a other people? What the hell do they do?"
"It don't happen in Wyomin' and if it does, I don't know what they do, maybe go to Denver," said Jack, sitting up, turning away from him, "and I don't give a flyin' fuck. Son of a bitch, Ennis, take a couple days off. Right now. Get us out a here. Throw your stuff in the back a my truck and let's get up in the mountains. Couple a days. Call Alma up and tell her you're goin'. Come on, Ennis, you just shot my airplane out a the sky -- give me somethin' a go on. This ain't no little thing that's happenin' here."