Ennis: lighten up on me, Jack. We can hunt in November, kill a nice elk. Try if I can get Don Wroe's cabin again. We had a good time that year, didn't we?
JACK: (starts popping his glove on his leg again - bitter disappointment)
Never enough time, never enough (looks at ENNIS) you know, friend, this is a goddamn bitch of a unsatisfactory situation. You used to come away easy. Now it's like seein' the Pope.