I tell you what. We could had a good life
together, fu**in’ real good life.
Had us a place of our own.
But you didn’t want it, Ennis.
So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain.
Everything’s built on that.
That’s all we got, boy, fu**in’ all.
So I hope you know that
if you don’t never know the rest.
Goddam…
You count the damn few times that we have
been together in nearly twenty years…
…and you measure the short fu**in’ leash you keep
me on, and then you ask me about Mexico.
And then you tell me you kill me for needin’
something that I don’t hardly never get.
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