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: Mr. Smith, you are in liquor! Burgundy Smith
: Ohhh, evil companions, my dear, pressed it upon me. Dave Blassingame
: Oh, Miss Libby, are you-are you acquainted with this reptile here? Reptile, I s...! Libby
: No, David, please, no violence. Burgundy Smith
: Don't I... yes, yes, I believe I do. I know this miserable cinnamon slip. His name is Dave Blassingame, bless my immortal soul.
[Dave is distracted by the sounds of his dog chasing three cats around Mark's general store
: I asked if you and Mr. Smith were acquainted? Burgundy Smith
: Ah, he's lost his power of speech - a sure sign of incipient brain failure. Come, my dear.
: Smith, you're lookin' at a man in love. I mean, the cow jumped over the moon and I'm ridin' on that self-same animal. Smith, it is somthin' so good, I want to holler, I want to jump... ah, Burgundy, you oughta try it. You got to. Now just look at me. Burgundy Smith
: You're-you're a mountain spring. You're a budding tree. You're a creature without wool. A thing of splendor. Dave Blassingame
: Well said, Smith. Burgundy Smith
: Thirty dollars? Dave Blassingame
: Give me some of that sweet oil, will ya?
: Three dollars and four bits. Where's the rest of it? Dave Blassingame
: That's it. Burgundy Smith
: Three dollars and four bits? Dave Blassingame
: You can take it all, Burgundy, with my blessing. Burgundy Smith
: What good is this amount going to do me? Dave Blassingame
: You can go get drunk - it might kill the pain when they beat on you.
: You really earnest about gettin' married? Dave Blassingame
: I am, I am.
[Burgundy groans and church bells start to ring in the background
] Dave Blassingame
: Listen! Won't be long now, they'll be ringin' for me. Burgundy Smith
: Blassingame, think! No more the joy of dollar liquor trickling down your parched throat - she'll put a stop to that. No more the joy of thrusting yourself into the maw of chance. She'll have you tied, boy - apron string and plow. She'll make you quit everything you enjoy - even other women!
[Dave admires Burgundy's portrait of a nude woman
] Dave Blassingame
: That's a woman! Burgundy Smith
: She is a woman all right, and that's just it. Her pleasant poetry turned shrill. She cried for marriage. Dave Blassingame
: Well, what's the matter with that? Burgundy Smith
: Ah, no. Oh, for the small span of an evening, maybe two, even a week, a woman's cool hand... she's delicious, the breath of life. A woman nameless is a respite from the hard travail of life. A woman new, sloe-eyed, silent, temporary. My raison-dete is my grail. It's my sweetest vessel. It's everything. But, Dave, a woman permanent, as a helpmate, as a life-long companion... oh, no, Dave, a woman as a wife - a downright catastrophe. Naw, I had too much of a good thing. Ah, me.
[Dave, Burgundy and the painting are surrounded by a posse
] Dave Blassingame
: Well, you done it again, Smith. You fixed the Blassingame wagon Burgundy Smith
: We go out together, Dave. That's a comfort! Dave Blassingame
: Hey you down there! You want to parley? Dave Blassingame
: Yes. Yes that's just what we want to do! You come on in! Burgundy Smith
: Traitor! Dave Blassingame
: They can perforate your hide, Smith, not mine! I'm just here for the ride and three hundred dollars, that's all. Burgundy Smith
: Blassingame, you're a coward. Dave Blassingame
: Yup! Burgundy Smith
: You've got the guts of a lop-eared field mouse. Dave Blassingame
: No, I ain't and you best make your peace, Smith, and make it now!
: Smith, I hate to do this, but I got to hand it to you. That was the most deep-dyed in the wool, fancy-gaited, copper-plated job of fast-talkin' I've ever heard in all my born days. You had me wishin' I was you. Matter of fact, you even had me believin' it! Burgundy Smith
: You can believe it, Dave boy, believe it. Ain't she a darb, though. Dave Blassingame
: Oh, yeah, she's all you said and even more. Burgundy Smith
: Yeah! Dave Blassingame
: Now, you ain't really going to marry her, are you? Burgundy Smith
: Yes I will, Dave. Yes I will. Dave Blassingame
: Aw, Burgundy... Burgundy Smith
: That is the most woman since Eve bit the apple. I love her! Dave Blassingame
: Well, sure, fine, but marriage... that's-that's for always. Burgundy Smith
: Yep. Through the years. Dave Blassingame
: Smith, a woman is for an evening, maybe two... Burgundy Smith
: Eternity! Dave Blassingame
: Oh, come on, Smith. A woman temporary - that's the cry, ain't it? Burgundy Smith
: Yesss. Dave Blassingame
: Why sure, that's what you told me. Burgundy Smith
: Yeah, I did, didn't I? Dave Blassingame
: Sure, Smith, think of it. Marriage - marriage, that's somethin' that's permanent! That means a velvet noose around your neck. It means a wife... a wife! That'll flatten ya. Burgundy Smith
: Well, I-I just wasn't thinking. Dave Blassingame
: A catastophe. A catastrophe! Burgundy Smith
: Well, thank you, Blassingame. I-I just got carried away. She must have just pushed me out of my head. Dave Blassingame
: Remember, small doses like you said. Burgundy Smith
: Yeah, yeah.
[Dave turns away and Burgundy slugs him with his pistol butt
] Burgundy Smith
: Right, Dave Boy, right. I could have lost a fortune.
: You here for the race? Dave Blassingame
: Yup. Burgundy Smith
: You runnin'? Dave Blassingame
: Horse runs - I travel and my feet dangle.
: Say, Digger, do you know a Dave Blassingame? Digger
: Yup. Burgundy Smith
: Do you figure maybe he'll grab the laurels in this here upcoming contest of speed, horseflesh and dirt-eating ability? Can he win? Win the race? Digger
: Ain't none more likely. Burgundy Smith
: Do you consider Mr. Blassingame, ah, oh, a skilled manipulator of equine species? Digger
: Well, he can ride some.
: Digger, how'd you like to make twenty. Digger
: Do I have to bushwhack someone? Burgundy Smith
: Nothing that morally blemished. I just want Mr. Blassingame to lose. The way he talked, he's got a pile down on himself. I just prefer seeing him broke.