JACK: Tell you what, we could of had a good life together, a f**kin' real good life, had a place of our own. You wouldn't do it Ennis, so what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everything built on that. It's all we got, boy, f**kin' all, so I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest. Count the damn few times we been together in nearly twenty years. Measure the f**kin' short leash you keep me on, then ask me about Mexico and then tell me you'll kill me for needin' somethin' I don't hardly never get. You got no idea how bad it gets. I'm not you. I can't make it on a couple of high-altitude f**ks once or twice a year.
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You're too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch.
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I wish I knew how to quit you.