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| My name's Shane. I'm a mysterious gunfighter who wants to settle down and go straight. My, your wife sure looks nice. I mean, those biscuits. | |
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| I'm Joe Starrett, a farmer who's getting forced off my land by a mean old cattle rancher. 'Course, I wouldn't ask you to kill him and all of his men for me. Nope. | |
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| So, you're Wilson. I heard about you. Yep -- I heard you were a low-down... Yankee...liar. | |
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| Well, Riker and Wilson and all the bad guys are dead, and it's time for me to go away. Bye, Little Joe. | |
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| BUT SHAAANE! PA'S GOT THINGS FOR YOU TO DO! AND MOTHER WANTS YOU WANTS YOU WANTS YOU! I KNOW SHE DOES SHE DOES SHE DOES! | |
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