The Westerner1960

Dave Blassingame:
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.