Rancho Deluxe
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 93 min
- 313 Views
B- Bar or Lazy-T?
B- Bar.
Now, why do you say that?
Because the fire road runs
And you can't see it
from the house.
Let's toss a coin.
Let's just decide.
Did you ever walk a quarter
between your fingers?
Never mind that. That's the first
thing they teach you in jail.
How to walk a quarter
between your fingers.
Simpleminded card tricks are next.
I'll do it.
You can practice walking the coin.
See you got to where you're real
proud of it. Where's the saw?
In the bed.
Brought the little McCullough.
That thing is so damn hard to start.
You are nervous.
Shall I show you
a few card tricks?
Just show me that thing start.
Did you gas this mother up?
Smell it, Cecil.
You flooded it.
Then we've got to wait it out.
Just be a couple,
of sleepy rustlers...
waiting' for somebody to come up
here and mend fence.
There's no way outta here
except for that fire road,
So we're not gonna put 'em to
any trouble making' the arrests.
How many cows
b- Bar running' here?
Couple of thousand
on the summer range.
Minus this one.
That's right, you're gonna
wanna figure that one in there too.
See, if you and I were grownups,
the b-Bar would be running'...
a full 2,000 head
on the summer range.
Now they're down to 1,999,
and there's hardly any sense in goin' on.
I'm gonna give it another try.
IJack?
Do you believe in the tooth fairy?
The one that takes your tooth
from under the pillow?
Yeah.
I do if you do, Cecil.
Well, I do too then.
What Id plan would be to watch the Tuesday
night livestock reports from butte...
and see what we can get for four hooves,
a head and 125 pound of cow guts.
We know it's not a coyote this time.
Well, let's report it
before it gets blamed on us.
My plan would be to
mail that to somebody.
Well, all right. If that
means something to you.
Miss castle, I hate to be so late in
gettin' to you on the rent.
The Indian and I,
we've- We've been out of town,
And now there seems
to be, I don't know, some problem...
in transferring funds
from our savings account...
to our special
checking account without, uh,
Losing our Christmas bonus.
Come on.
Get to the point.
Well, I was hoping
that you'd let us...
Pay our rent
with 100 pounds of u. S. Prime beef.
Now, this is about
double the value we owe you.
Or more.
Is this reservation cattle?
Oh, no, ma'am.
Grain fed.
We swapped
a jeep for it.
See, we don't want to lose our
Christmas bonus down at the bank.
Last month it was a sheep.
And next month
it will be hard cash.
And it was still warm.
Yes, ma'am.
Cost us a rototiller.
- We got beat out of a lot of value
on that one. - Okay.
We was gonna check
the livestock reports,
And see what hooves
was goin' for.
Shut up, curt!
How in the hell
did they get in here?
Fire service road.
You can't. It's a fire road.
I'll go to Helena,
see the governor and close that road.
I've closed
service roads all over Montana.
I'm not gonna...
have a west that's not free.
And Ill not have my stock
breakin' their legs in gopher burrows.
And Ill not have
a west that's not free...
and at this point
in the 20th century,
I'm not gonna be
plagued by rustlers.
When's that chopper mechanic
get here from billings?
IWednesday.
Well, you tell him
we hunt predators, airlift big game...
and track rustlers
with this son of a b*tch.
And we can't afford
carburetor trouble in blind canyons again.
Yes sir, john. I'll tell him.
She sure sounds good
to me now, though.
One more bit of engine trouble,
And I stand up at the
cattlemen's association...
and announce what a piece
of sh*t this thing is.
Let's get
the hell outta here.
How are you, betty?
Bored.
What are you tying this week?
Fan wing
royal coachman. And you're bored?
That sounds like
an interesting fly.
F*** you, jack.
Do you want
to go out with me? I haven't any idea.
I thought maybe
you and me could go over...
to the wrangler
Buy you a cheeseburger.
Dynamite.
You want to come out
and play tonight?
Well, Im supposed
to go help my sister...
catch her horses
up in the crazies.
Hey, if your sister
will go out with Cecil, we'll help you.
Well, all right.
But you've gotta bring your own horses.
We're not ridin'
you clowns double.
Come on, Cecil.
Hold on, now.
Dee and me is still
working this out. Says you.
Come on, Cecil, let's leave
the bow-Wow to her work.
Ha, ha, ha. You, man!
A date with betty's sister, Mary.
All right!
She's the tastiest lady
around here, if you ask me.
She's got lips
of cherry wine and eyes like diamonds.
Yeah, that's the one.
Shall I bring
a lot of rubbers?
Indians. Jesus.
Sorry.
Just trying to embrace
the new culture.
We gotta help catch
her dad's horses.
Where at?
Up in the crazies.
All right.
Honey! I'm back.
How are things
in the wild blue yonder?
You look fantastic.
All right, john.
Cecil?
Have you ever watched
chickens f***ing?
I wouldn't
say "watched. "
Have you ever listened?
You must be
these ladies' dad.
How do, Mr. -
Dog. Bob dog.
I'm Cecil Colson.
North American Indian.
Sir, we're here
to help these ladies catch their horses.
Now, my bet is, they've gone half
wild up there in them aspens...
with wire marks
over every inch of their hides.
How right you are.
Makes you really wonder...
if you should've given in
so easy when they whined and whined...
for another appaloosa,
high-Priced barrel racer.
Yes sir, they've probably
reverted to bucking stock by this time.
Oh shut up, jack,
and take off that ugly mask.
Give me a hand here, jack.
I've got to git.
Just run
all of your ponies into the old corral.
I'll send a stock truck
up for them in the morning.
Okay, dad.
Bye-Bye, daddy.
- How many horses
are we looking for? - Five.
Let's throw
the I ching and see.
No, we ain't throwin'
no I ching to find no horses. Damn.
Eat it, betty.
High school kids can't
pick their nose...
without gettin' stoned
or throwin' the I ching.
You can't sleep at night
without humpin' cowboys in the driveway.
- Watch your lip, Mary.
- Or demolition derby drivers,
Bank tellers, brand inspectors,
just to name a few.
Ladies, damn. I'm gettin' disillusioned.
INow, let's just
ride up there and catch these ponies.
To me, this is
America today.
God wants America
on horseback,
Findin' lost appaloosa
barrel racers.
Do I make
myself clear?
Mary, you and Cecil...
go to the top
of the south pasture,
And we'll go down
We'll herd 'em back
from there.
If we catch one we'll have a simple
time with the others, okay?
Right.
Okay.
Make it to the tree,
she'll die, first fly.
INow Mary,
you don't know any such thing.
Yes, I do.
She's a dumb twat and I can't stand her.
She flushed two lids
down the toilet on me.
Smashed my black light
when she was drunk.
Tore up half my posters.
Scratched
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