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How's that feel?
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It's heavy. It's a heavy gun, yeah.
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I swear to God, it's raining harder in here than it is outside.
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I'm soaked through.
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What in the hell are we sittin' around here for?
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We need to be five miles and a long trot
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headin' in the opposite direction of those things.
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If we tried that, the old man would shoot us himself.
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Ain't that right, Wes?
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Yeah, he would.
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You fixin' to say something?
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Maybe...