Where's my ride?

- He'll be back.

- Huh.

When?

- Well, that's (laughs) that's hard to say.

Wanna drink?

(Lynelle laughing)

- This is almost kidnapping.

- Oh, just relax, Lynelle.

Enjoy the sunset.

- Fine.

As long as you don't give me that look.

- What look?

- That look.

That drop your dress and get in my outfitter tent look.

- I'm not giving ya any look.

- Oh yeah, because I'm not staying, so,

you could just stop it, stop it.

- I'm not doing anything.

- Huh, god dammit, John.

How is it that you're always three steps

ahead of everybody, everywhere you go?

- It's just a lot of sitting and thinking.

Thinking and sitting.

- And you're doing it again.

(both laughing)

- I'm not doing anything.

- I have to leave first thing in the morning.

- Oh, you wanna spend the night?

- (laughs) You're such a bastard. (laughs)

First thing in the morning, I meant.

- How about second?

When's the last time ya watched the sunset, Governor?

- I don't know.

I can see why this is the dream they wanna sell.

- Yeah, but you can't sell this.

You gotta earn it.

You gotta live it and that's what they'll never understand.

- But they only wanna sell it.

And they could care less about the dream coming true.

That's what you gotta understand.

(pensive music)

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