someone: then… write?

me:

i can give you some insight. i can show you what your guts look like.

before i act selflessly, allow me to act selfishly.

if you think i’m gonna lower myself to make a joke about being all tied up, you’ve got another thing coming.

this man is a fucking charlatan. 

for a man of the people, you sure ain’t very popular.

i wont pretend to understand you, but i will make you endeavor to understand me. 

a bunko, a graverobber, and a drunk. how could things possibly go wrong?

he’s already gone off to (place). you’ll never find him down there.

oh, it’s true. they love me down there. 

i’m not sure your idea of paradise and mine are quite the same, (name).

i know we ain’t exactly old pals, but, y’know, have i ever done you wrong? 

i’m a traveling man, sir. this land is much too small for the likes of me. 

they say god invented whiskey to stop the irish from taking over the world.

i was real drunk last time i was here, (name).

he was a real nice chap. or maybe he was a real bastard? 

oh, let me guess. you gotta be on your way. 

the famed hospitality isn’t what it once was, and i’ve never been known to overstay my welcome.

you’re an angry and a fuck-ugly man, but not a bad one.

i’m many things, most of them bad, but a man of political principles? no.

well, you won’t make it in the circus, but you can shoot. 

it means a little. you were famous when i was a boy.

killing men is a strange kind of fame.

i was the fastest in my time. 

sure. somewhere between the threatening stare and the soldiers armed to the teeth, yeah, you had me. 

my country is in pain. terrible pain.

sometimes, in the service of what is right, you’ve got to do terrible things.

my men are trying to lure him into a trap. 

(name) is a good man, a strong man. 

you talk bad about other people because it makes you feel better about yourselves. maybe you should look in the mirror. 

we are poor. kindness must take a different form.

they’re part of a past i can’t seem to get rid of.

the past is all that’s real, my friend. it cannot be erased. 

i know i can’t change the past, but i’m sure gonna do something about the future. 

(place) is an easy place for a man to lose himself, whether he wants to get lost or not. 

i’m not getting paid. it’s a long story. i’m being made to do this. 

if you help us, we help you. 

no one hides from (name) for long.

don’t the people have the right to stand up for themselves? 

for a tired old revolutionist, you are very naive. 

he’s a traitor, a liar, a coward and a sinner. 

when a mans family is involved, you need a little more enthusiasm than apologies.

those who sit on the fence make their own choice, in their own way. 

man living in the past, who ran away from home. what choice did you make?

funny how everyone seems to know my business, but nothing about the men i’m looking for.

you rest. don’t worry about me. i’m too old for sleep.

you’re the hero around here, not me.

if they lay a finger on her, i swear i’ll feed those bastards their balls.

here we are. looks kinda sleepy, don’t it?

we all have problems. we must solve them together, or die alone.

and one day, one day soon, (name) will know justice.

in our hearts, we are all free. let us make it so.

you can take it off my dead body!

it’ll mean that war is brutal, and unnecessary, and good people die. that is all it will mean.

while there are guns, and money, there won’t be any freedom, (name).

i have my own family to worry about. 

good actions make you a good man. 

i will help you, out of respect for your loss.

(name) betrayed me, and i saw him do bad things. things that disgust even me. 

but me, you, him .. we’re all shooting people. don’t really seem like we’re very different. 

you americans forget too quickly, that is the problem. 

i once believed it was possible to make a difference. that, if we spilled enough blood, we could change the way people think.

i feel terrible, but it isn’t safe for them here anymore. 

i will stay and fight. i’m ready to die, if necessary. 

we tried to protect him, give him a gentler childhood than what we had. guess i failed at that.

i ain’t been much of a father. we tried to hide the bad from him growing up, but he saw things he shouldn’t. 

old friends make the worst enemies.

we was friends once, a long time ago. not anymore.

very little is beneath a man such as me.

if i find out you’re lying to me, (name), you’ll really find out the man i used to be.

i wasn’t gonna give him a second chance to kill me. 

not particularly. he was hardly worth the bullet. 

(name) would die fighting for what he believed in. he had a lot of passion, but no love. 

it was like the one thing he ever believed in turned out to be a fraud. 

it ain’t exactly fondness. we was close once, but he never cared for me, or anyone else. 

i’m a semi-literate farmer and a hired killer. i’m hardly in the power game. 

you have an interesting way of serving the people. kind of like a national gigolo. 

one way or another, this might be the end. 

i don’t care who a man is, what he does, or where he’s from. he treats me right, and i’ll do the same. 

the poor are many, and together, we are strong. 

it’s hard for me, too. but i’ve pulled this trigger too many times, now. i’m getting tired.

a famous outlaw come to die in the sunshine. 

(name) woulda killed you by now. she always thought you were a creep.

you wanna settle this now, friend? or do you want me to shoot you in the head right now for that poor girl?

if you win power, remember why you wanted it. 

no, sir. i want you to shoot him for me.

your wife and son are doing well. lets both try to ensure things stay that way.

i can’t imagine i’d ever say anything quite so trite.

i’m sure all the men you murdered wanted their families, too. 

we both know how this has to be, and it could all be over today. 

it ends when we say it ends, you’re in no position to make demands. 

you can’t erase your past, (name), but we can.

a bit of a cliche, admittedly, but still a dying breed. like a buffalo. still just as dumb, but not quite as noble. 

oh, i think he knows whats at stake. don’t you, (name)?

you’ll make me blush with all these kind words. 

i can walk faster than this piece of crap. give me a horse any day. 

it’s a fairly simple agreement, even for a man as devoid of intellect as yourself.

how does it feel? taking a mans wife and child from him? does it make you feel good? 

how does it feel to kill hundreds of men in cold blood? 

i’ll put a bullet in him, don’t you worry. won’t like myself for doing it, but i’ll do it.

i know, it’s hard. you like (name). he’s charismatic. 

i don’t rightly know. but it felt good saying it. 

i think we need to get him before sundown. 

well, before i shoot you myself, let me just point out the obvious. 

the one person we have left who can appeal to (name) is the last person we have who knows him.

we can’t always fight nature, (name). we can’t fight change. we can’t fight gravity. we can’t fight nothin’. 

my whole life, all i ever did was fight. 

when i’m gone, they’ll just find another monster.

our time has passed, (name).

so at the end, you didn’t have the guts to shoot him? 

oh, trust me. it looks better in the report that way. 

they’re quite safe and sound. 

i know this wasn’t easy for you, but, i have to say, you’ve done your country proud.

come on, (name), lets go find somebody else we can annoy. 

i wasn’t so ladylike, and he didn’t try it again. nor no one else.

that’s a nice way to greet somebody. why donts i get a warm and tender embrace?

hold your excuses until you figure out which one to use.

he saw things no boy should see. 

your back’s tense, and it’s making the rifle jump. 

you always was a hard and nasty man, (name).

i’ll give you a bad case of ‘someone just shot me in the head’ if you don’t hurry up.

this is my son. anything that happens to him, you’ll wish it was you that was attacked.

don’t be too eager to grow up, son. ain’t as much fun as it looks.

is there anything you don’t like shooting?

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