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 | Look, Clem...INJUNS | |
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| Hoo-Whee! I'ma itchin' for some hot drunken injun on injun action...you got the blanket Jane ? | |
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| Right here on my non shootin shoulder Clem...you got the whiskey? | |
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| I'ma hidin' it behind mah backside jane.I don't want that brave to bumrush us for it. Man...check the water bladders on that squaw! Ready for the pitch? | |
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| HEY! INJUNS!!! You wanna trade a bottle of whiskey and a wool blanket for us watchin' you do it in that alley over there? C'mon Injuns! That's a good deal. | |
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| Ol' Crazy Horse is a-ponderin'...I can see it in his eyes, Jane, and I can hear it in that injun rutting sound...man,that get's the lead in mah pencil! | |
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