Jack rolls quickly out a' the way to keep from gettin' trampled by the bull
ANNOUNCER: Ah, send in the clowns . . . OK, . . . a fine ride from Mr. Twist, four seconds . . . .
JACK: (gets up, limping, pained, and disappointed) Shit.
Meanwhile, the clowns run around hollering at and distracting the bull.
ANNOUNCER: Give 'em a hand folks, our very own rodeo clowns . . .
Next scene: Jack's sittin' alone at the rodeo bar drinkin' his beer. One of the men who works as a clown walks to the bar orders a beer. His resemblance to Ennis does not go unnoticed . . .