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- I thought you said you wanted some company.
- Mm-hmm.
- What for?
We've been driving for six hours
and you ain't said a fucking word.
- (exhales) Lloyd, I'm trying to choose my words.
- Shit, you should've been able
to write the fucking song by now. (exhales)
(trailer rattling)
You old softie.
(door slamming)
You been kicking the shit out of this bloomer
ever since we left the ranch.
- He deserved to have his last joy ride in style, Lloyd.
Easy boy.
You didn't seem to like living with us, did you?
I got to say, the feeling is mutual.
Hope you like it better here,
(horse neighing)
'cause you ain't welcome back.
I'm getting married.
- Yeah, I've been wondering what's up with you lately.
- I need a best man.
- Kayce's her brother.
Fixing to be yours.
You should ask him.
- Probably so, but I ain't.
I'm asking you.
(orchestral music)
(horse neighing)
(horse trotting)
(orchestral music)