Coyote: What does it say about today that it’s only 9:20 and I’m already halfway through my third Johnny Cash CD of the day?
Taco: Have you tried taking them to Reno and shooting them just to watch them die?
Coyote: I was gonna save that for the weekend. I don’t wanna go to Folsom in the middle of the week.
Taco: Yeah, Folsom's pretty rough. When you're there, time just keeps draggin' on.
Coyote: Luckily I’m not named Sue. God knows what they’d do to me.
Taco: Can you cry? I heard that there once was a man and he couldn't cry. Hadn't cried for years and for years. In the end... well... it didn't end well for him.
Coyote: Not just cry, I can cry cry cry but I do that alone.
Taco: Sounds like the blues. Have you tried getting rhythm? I find that a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine it'll drive all your troubles from your worried mind.
Coyote: I tried that but it turns out that I walk the line. You can imagine my disappointment.
Taco: Better keep a close watch on that heart of yours. Last thing you want to do is fall into another ring of fire.
Coyote: I never should have given my love to Rose…
Taco: Shoulda just told her to give your other suit to the Salvation Army. And everything else you left behind.
Coyote: Yep, when the man came around he could have just taken it all.
Taco: Which man? The one on the left?
Coyote: Him there, next to Delia. Hey, I thought she was gone!
Taco: Yeah, they told she was going to Jackson.
Coyote: She’s been everywhere, y’know.
Taco: I'll bet she's in the jailhouse, now.
Coyote: And we’ve come full circle back to Folsom. Yay! Time to leave the glass cage. This was the funningest game ever.
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You'd think we'd get tired of being so much more awesome than other people after all this time.
That was poetry in motion, guys. You've earned your punster wings tonight.
When you go right home and go to bed, what's beneath your head?
As if you need to ask if I have my lovin' .44 beneath my head.
That's what he used to shoot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
That's all fine and dandy, but can you turn a jack?
Not only that, I can lay a track, I can pick and shovel too.
Just ask ol' Oney. I'm pretty sure I got my point across to him.
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