Dead Man

Train fireman: Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?" Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!

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Nobody: The vision of Christ that thou dost see... is my vision's greatest enemy. Do you have tobacco? Trading Post Missionary: We sure don't. Nobody: Aren't those tins of tobacco right there behind you? Trading Post Missionary: Sure are, but those cans are empty. There's no tobacco in them. Perhaps I could interest you in some beads...

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Thel Russell: Watch it. It's loaded. William Blake: Why do you have this? Thel Russell: Because this is America.

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William Blake: What is your name? Nobody: My name is Nobody. William Blake: Excuse me? Nobody: My name is Exaybachay. He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing. William Blake: He who talks... I thought you said your name was Nobody. Nobody: I preferred to be called Nobody.

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William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses? Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco? William Blake: No, I traded it. Nobody: For what? William Blake: I'm not telling. Nobody: Liar. William Blake: Thief.

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Nobody: [seeing William touching his chest wound] Leave that alone stupid white man. William Blake: [as Nobody attends to his wound] Am I going to die? Nobody: The circle of life has no ending. William Blake: Why are you helping me? Nobody: A bird told me. William Blake: A bird told you? Nobody: A small magical bird with bright blue feathers. [pauses] I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.

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