Station West

John Haven:
[to barman] Whiskey... like you pour it for yourself.

Girl:
Don't you know it's no fun to drink alone?

John Haven:
Not until after the first one.

John Haven:
[gesturing at the piano player] Doesn't he ever stop playing?

Bartender:
Sam? It don't bother him, he's deaf.

Second Lt. Stellman:
You a stranger here?

[Haven turns to him, then turns back to the bar and downs his whiskey]

John Haven:
[to bartender] What kind of whiskey was that?

Bartender:
On the bottle it says rye, but the way you take it I don't see what difference it makes.

John Haven:
I'll have another rye.

Second Lt. Stellman:
You didn't answer my question.

John Haven:
I'm a stranger everywhere.

Second Lt. Stellman:
You got a job?

John Haven:
Listen, soldier, I know that one too. 'Got a job, stranger? No? Why don't you join the army? Three meals a day, a place to sleep, nice warm uniform.'

Second Lt. Stellman:
It has a little more than that.

John Haven:
Yeah, it has one thing more. That I could never take. It's got second lieutenants.

Second Lt. Stellman:
You want to make this a personal matter? Alright.

John Haven:
I don't make it anything, soldier. You tried to sell me something, I didn't buy it. Why don't you beat it?

Second Lt. Stellman:
If I weren't in uniform I might teach you a few manners.

John Haven:
If you could teach me anything you wouldn't be in a uniform.

Bartender:
You couldn't be looking for trouble, could you?

John Haven:
I could, but I'm not.

Bartender:
Well that's fine. Because this is one of the best places west of the Atlantic Ocean to find it.

John Haven:
That was my first impression.

Bartender:
That lieutenant's a nice young boy.

John Haven:
I don't doubt it. But his mouth is too big... like your ears.

[Haven walks up to the table where Charlie and Prince are seated]

John Haven:
[to Prince, whom he previously encountered at the dice table] You know, you look much better at this table.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
And you must like to pick fights.

John Haven:
Only with second lieutenants.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
We like second lieutenants here. You see, here everybody fights except the army.

John Haven:
I wouldn't know.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
So, anyone who doesn't like the army...

John Haven:
I know what you mean. But I'm afraid I'll have to come back. You see, I like the way you sing.

[Haven goes back to the saloon. Charlie is singing, but stops when she sees him enter, and sits down at a nearby table. Haven approaches the table]

John Haven:
Every time I come in here you stop singing. Why is that?

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
You don't have to come in.

John Haven:
Look, I didn't come back to start a fight or break the bank.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
Why did you come back?

John Haven:
[sitting down] If you'll invite me to sit down, I might find out.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
It might be better if you found another table... and another girl.

John Haven:
Oh no it wouldn't. I looked.

[They both look over to Mick and Prince, who are standing a few paces away nervously exchanging glances]

John Haven:
[not yet aware that the woman he's talking to is Charlie] Would that be Charlie?

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
No.

John Haven:
His eyes follow you around like a couple of flies.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
They follow me around to see that strangers don't annoy me.

John Haven:
Only strangers?

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
No-one else would be so foolish.

John Haven:
[to waiter] Waiter, bring me a bottle of wine, will you? [to Charlie] First you're beautiful, then I like the way you sing, and now you're a woman of mystery. I don't want to be a stranger, so I'll have to be foolish.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
You like to take chances, don't you?

John Haven:
If I feel lucky.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
I advise you to try the dice table.

John Haven:
I'd rather get lucky here.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
[shrugs] Every man has the right to his own funeral.

[Charlie gets Prince's attention. He approaches the table]

John Haven:
[noting Prince's approach] I could be your cousin from Waxahachie. I could be cousin John, a missionary on his way to China.

[Prince joins Haven and Charlie at the table]

John Haven:
So Charlie probably runs the town, huh?

Prince:
Why do you care?

John Haven:
I've gotta spend some time here, I'd just like to know who winds the clock.

[Haven throws his chips onto the table in front of Prince. Mick notices this, and walks over]

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
[sarcastically] It's been a nice conversation. I'd hate to have it end.

Mick:
Who's this?

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
Mick, this is cousin John.

John Haven:
From Waxahachie.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
Cousin John's a missionary on his way to China.

Mick:
What's keeping him?

Prince:
Think he's wondering if he couldn't do more good here.

[Mick tries to remove the bottle of win, but Haven stops him]

Mick:
You ain't too friendly, are ya?

John Haven:
I like to pick my friends.

Prince:
You oughtta learn not to pick 'em so easy, like you do your cousins.

John Haven:
[gesturing at Charlie] Ask her.

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
I never saw him before in my life.

[Haven and Mick are still wrestling over the bottle. Haven suddenly throws a glass of wine in Mick's face, and punches him. Haven is then held by various bystanders. Mick wipes his face and squares up to Haven]

Mick:
You're too little to make that big a mistake.

John Haven:
You gonna correct me, or just bleed at the mouth?

Mick:
[to the men holding Haven] Bring him outside.

[Mick and Haven are going outside to fight]

Mark Bristow:
What happened?

Charlene - aka 'Charlie':
He wanted to be my cousin.

Prince:
And she hasn't any aunts or uncles.