Lonesome Dove1989

Woodrow Call:
You're one-of-a-kind, Augustus. We're gonna miss you.

Gus McCrae:
Even you?

Woodrow Call:
Even me. What you want me to do your half the cattle?

Gus McCrae:
I want you to buy 'em from me.

Woodrow Call:
Buy 'em from you? Hellfire, you ain't put in a day's worth of work in on 'em on this whole trip. You ought to just give 'em to me if you don't want 'em.

Gus McCrae:
You just said they were half-mine, are they half-mine or not?

Woodrow Call:
Yes, they're half-yours.

Gus McCrae:
Alright then. I want you to buy 'em from me, and give the money to... Lorena.

Woodrow Call:
Lorena. Well is there anything else? Are you sure you don't want me to haul you down to the South Pole and bury you down there? All you gotta do is ask.

Gus McCrae:
[chuckling] Yeah, there is something else. I want you to tell Newt that you're his daddy. I've already told him myself, but I want him to hear it from you.

Woodrow Call:
You ought not told him that.

Gus McCrae:
What are you gonna do, shoot me for it? It's time you stopped mistreating that boy.

Woodrow Call:
I don't know that I ever have mistreated him.

Gus McCrae:
Well not giving him your name is mistreating him. Now he's the only son you'll ever have.

Woodrow Call:
I don't know that he is my son.

Gus McCrae:
I know it, and you know it. Darn, you're stubborn! No wonder women don't like you. Reach in that drawer there, find me something to write on. I want to leave a couple notes to Lori and Clara.

Woodrow Call:
[hands Gus paper and pen] You want me to do anything about those Indians that shot you?

Gus McCrae:
We got no call to be vengeful, they didn't invite us here.

Gus McCrae:
[writing] It's a dangerous business, writing to two women at the same time. I'm so light-headed I can hardly remember which one's which. Now this one, this one's for Lori. And this one here, my God...

Woodrow Call:
You want me to help you with that?

Gus McCrae:
What would you know to say to a woman? [falls asleep writing]

Woodrow Call:
[places hand on Gus's chest] Augustus.

Gus McCrae:
[Looks up] My God, Woodrow. It has been quite a party, ain't it?

Woodrow Call:
Yes, sir.