Beasts
1983
Willy: (points his rifle at Dobson) Think about it, boy! I got hollow-points in this thing. It don't matter where one of 'em goes in, it leaves a hell of a mess comin' out.
Dobson: (panting, out of breath) What are you stopping for? Banks: I'm thinkin', big man, I'm thinkin'. Dobson: We ain't got time for that! We gotta put some space between us and that old man!
Doug: (warily) How long did you say this hike is again? Cindy: About five miles. (laughing) Don't worry, you could do it sitting down. Doug: I probably ought to. I'm a writer; I sit down a lot. Builds up the muscles in the old... (rubs his behind) Cindy: Never mind. Wouldn't want you to get a concussion.
Banks: Five hundred dollars, whoa! I can practically feel that money burnin' a hole in my pocket right now! Dobson: Burnin', huh? Burnin' like you burnt that Mexican gal down there in Cortez? Banks: And who was it that lit a match... just like I did?
Doug: (sitting down after a long hike) How much does this pack weigh, anyhow? Cindy: Oh, about thirty, thirty-five pounds... Doug: Ugh... Cindy: Mine's about fifty.