quick - witted .

beats working for my old man.

can’t please my old man, no way.

your folks run you off?

well, we got to do something about this food situation.

i wouldn’t mind sleeping out there.

that ain’t the point.

i warn you, i can’t cook worth a damn.

you can’t be no worse than me, then.

that’s more word than you’ve spoke in the last two weeks.

hell, that’s the most that i’ve spoke in a year.

you may be a sinner, but i ain’t yet had the opportunity.

you’ll freeze your ass off.

just quit your hammering and get in here.

fuck me!

see you for supper.

it’s a one shot thing we got going on here.

it’s nobody’s business but ours.

i don’t need your money.

i can’t believe i left my damn shirt up there.

you’re wasting your time here.

it’s not so lonely now, is it?

i’d like to buy ___ here a beer.

so where do you figure the most pussy’s at, las vegas or california?

hey, you might wanna keep it down.

___, just leave them alone. let’s just move.

you wanna lose about half your fucking teeth, huh?

wait, hold on. you don’t think i’m too fast, do you?

maybe we should put the brakes on?

fast or slow, i just like the direction you’re going.

you are in a hurry.

i’m supposed to be at home with the car by midnight.

i got a million things to do here before i can leave.

i’d rather be at my job, if i lose my job.

what about my job?

we’ll more likely just go out and get drunk.

___ fuckin’ ____!

we might not get back tonight, when we get to drinking and talking and all.

would you get me a pack of smokes?

didn’t think i’d hear from you again.

i figured you were sore from that punch.

i got out while i could still walk.

i swear to god, i didn’t know we was going to get into this again.

i couldn’t get here fast enough.

what are we gonna do now?

well, i doubt there’s nothing we can do.

i’m stuck with what i got here. and making a living is about all i got time for now.

i’m starving. wanna get something to eat?

i’m enjoying my peace and quiet.

you know it could be like this. just like this. always.

it’d be a sweet life.

we’re around each other and this thing grabs hold of us again in the wrong place, in the wrong time, and we’re dead.

we can get together, once in a while. 

if you can’t fix it, ___, you got to stand it.

i’m sure as hell sorry. you know i am.

i’ll see you next month then.

we don’t eat with our eyes.

now you sit down, you old son of a bitch.

now you sit down before i knock your ignorant ass into next week.

that don’t mean nothing, ___.

don’t try and fool me no more, ___. i know what that means.

shut up, listen to me, you don’t know nothing about it!

get out. get out! you hear me, ___? get out!

hey asshole! watch where you’re going!

that’s some high class entertainment, if you ask me.

you and ___, it’s normal and all?

you remember getting the feeling when you’re in town, and someone looks at you suspicious, like he knows?

maybe you ought to get out of there, you know?

go to hell, ___.

you want to live your miserable fucking life? then go right ahead.

i was just thinking out loud.

yeah, you’re a real thinker there.

he got it all figured out, ain’t he.

wanna dance?

my feet hurt.

i’m trying to get a foot rub, dummy.

thank you for asking to dance with me. i really appreciate that.

he wouldn’t listen to me even if he knew he was going deaf tomorrow.

you don’t think i’m the one for him?

you’re good enough.

you don’t say much, but you get your point across.

sorry. i didn’t mean to be rude.

you’re standing on your feet, cowboy.

i was thinking, maybe i could come stay with you.

you probably deserve it.

the truth is, sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it.

there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, bud.

you know, you had a fucking week to say some little word about this.

why is we’re always in the friggin’ cold?

you know me. about all the travelling i’ve ever done is around a coffee pot looking for the handle.

there ain’t never enough time. never enough.

this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

you forget what it’s like being broke all the time.

you got a better idea?

i did once.

is that a fucking problem?

we could have had a good life together. a fucking real good life.

but you didn’t want it, ___.

everything’s built on that. that’s all we got.

so i hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.

you tell me you’ll kill me for needing something that i don’t hardly never get!

you have no idea how bad it gets!

i can’t make it on a couple of high-altitude fucks, once or twice a year.

you are too much for me, ___.

i wish i knew how to quit you.

why don’t you? why don’t you just let me be, huh?

it’s because of you, ___, that i’m like this.

i’m nothing. and i’m nowhere.

get the fuck off of me.

it’s all right.

you’re sleeping on your feet like a horse.

i don’t get you, ___.

i was probably no fun anyways, was i?

he drank a lot.

we was good friends.

want a cup of coffee, don’t you? piece of cherry cake?

i’ll have a cup of coffee.

i feel awful bad about ___.

i can’t begin to tell you how bad i feel.

like the car?

___, you need more furniture.

if you got nothing, you don’t need nothing.

dutch? hosea knew that dutch has been gone since the start. literally, in colter, hosea can have a conversation with arthur where he expresses that he’s trying to keep dutch from getting everyone killed. even that far back, he was sizing up their lot. his arguments with dutch continue into horseshoe outlook and all the way to shady belle, and the thing is? 

he rarely (if ever) actually manages to stop dutch from pulling his schemes. hosea is touted as this heavy counterweight to dutch’s stupidity right up til the end, but as often as he does throw his lot in against dutch, it never actually stops the man from doing whatever the hell he feels like. i don’t doubt that he used to be a stronger influence, but i feel like that changed once micah “echo chamber” bell came along, and we…. never actually got to see a time when he had a better handle on dutch’s impulses.

in fact, it’s pretty easy to see that hosea rapidly switches gears from “heel, dutch” to “ok well screw dutch”. as early as horseshoe outlook he’s consistently putting most of his energy into planting thoughts in the others’ heads: lenny, abigail, john, arthur, he is constantly dropping unsubtle hints left and right that blind loyalty to the gang is no longer a viable philosophy. and that is ballsy, essentially telling people to gtfo of dodge right under dutch’s nose, considering how paranoid the man already is by the time they’re in shady belle. hosea does all of this while still getting into the occasional row with dutch because this man does not give a single shit, and just because he’s accepted dutch as a lost cause doesn’t mean he isn’t going to give him an earful about it whenever the opportunity presents itself.

this is why i think a universe where hosea had survived the bank would have an even messier climax, albeit in perhaps a good way: because he died before the splits in the gang got truly ugly, hosea was never forced to choose sides. and there were going to be sides whether he lived or not; hosea recognized this, or he wouldn’t have spent the entire game trying to prepare the others for it. i have zero doubt in my mind that hosea would have been the first to denounce dutch, and frankly? i’m pretty sure that would have hit dutch a lot damn harder than hosea’s death did. hosea died to dutch as a loyal friend, but if he had lived and chosen a side, he would have been dead to dutch as the ultimate traitor. and we all know how well dutch takes traitors – imagine what it would to do him to see hosea, of all people, truly standing against him.

tbh the whole reason this gets me so tilted is because essentially?? hosea was fucking FRIDGED for dutch’s manpain when i’m 100% sure that things were going to go sideways whether he lived or not. hosea deserved so much better honestly and like…. r* was super not subtle about killing off pretty much everyone who would have sided with arthur, but why

i would have loved to see it. i feel like dutch’s and especially hosea’s character arcs were cheated out of this potential: of their differences finally coming to a head, of hosea making the choice to save his family and dutch not having the excuse of grief pushing him over that edge. 

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