The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford2007

Charley Ford:
Hey, Dick, you ever diddled a squaw?

Dick Liddil:
Shh...

Charley Ford:
Come on, you can tell me. I've always wanted to lay down with a redskin.

Dick Liddil:
Well, Charley, there's a feeling that comes over you gettin' inside a woman whose hands have scalped a congregation.

Wood Hite:
There's a thunderous sound that comes from their cooch on account of the fact that they birth a child standing upright like a wild animal.

Charley Ford:
What's it sound like?

Wood Hite:
Whatever a thunderous cooch sounds like, Charley. I don't know.

Dick Liddil:
No, they got a noisy quim on account of the fact that they use their cunnies as a saddlebag to carry tundries across the planes.

Charley Ford:
Come on, what'd it really feel like? It feel good? Come on. Fess up, now.

Dick Liddil:
I like you, Charley.

Wood Hite:
I like you too, Charley.