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: What happened, Riley, did you get fucked?
: Nice shooting. Riley
: Good shooting, Charlie. No such thing as nice shooting.
: It's like a bad dream. Charlie
: I have bad dreams. Hell, yes. Just look at me, you can tell I have terrible dreams.
: [talking about Riley
] You take care of him, huh? Charlie
: Hell, yeah. He pulled me out of the fire. It was bad... Just look at me, you can tell it was bad.
: [about the fireworks
] Put some flowers in the graveyard. Charlie
: Put some flowers in the graveyard. How come you call them that, Riley? I don't get it. There here ain't the kind of flowers you lay on the ground, these here are sky flowers. Way up in heaven... Riley
: That's why I love you, Charlie, 'cause you still believe in heaven.
: Charlie, why do you lick your rifle? Charlie
: Catches the light. Slack
: What light? How can you see anything? Charlie
: Good eye.
: [to Slack
] Riley likes to be alone. He might take me, because he says being with me is just like being alone.
: [repeated line; referring to the number of bullets he carries
] I don't usually need that many.
: Put that thing away and put on your best Sunda smile. Just, just try to be friendly. Charlie
: I *am* friendly.