Old Swindler Blues/dialogues

(Marston finds a wagon and Dickens lies nearby)

Marston: Excuse me. Excuse me, sir, you need help? Mister, you alive?

Nigel: Bugger fuck! Goddammit! Good heavens!

Marston: Excuse me?

Nigel: I said, no, I'm not okay. Do I look like I'm okay?

Marston: You look pretty good for a corpse.

Nigel: Praise be.

Marston: Move up, mister. Time to get you to a doctor, or an undertaker, whichever you need once we get to town.

Nigel: St. Peter, open up them pearly gates...I'm coming home.

Marston: Come on, mister. Come on.

Nigel: Hurry, sir. I'm bleeding like a badly butchered hog.

Marston: You'll be fine. Just focus.

Nigel: You better take the reins. I don't think I'm strong enough. I'm finished! Done for!

Marston: Just sit up straight, will you?

Nigel: Head for Armadillo, friend! What is your name, friend?

Marston: John Marston.

Nigel: Oh, good god! Out of the frying pan into the fire!

Marston: Excuse me?

Nigel: How many outlaws can a man encounter in one day?

Marston: You must have me mistaken with somebody else, friend.

Nigel: The Bollard Twins, Walton's Gang. I know who you are.

(But then, the wagon is been attacked by bandits)

Nigel: Good lord! It's those scoundrels once again!

(Marston takes them out)

Nigel: Please drive carefully. Every bump is like getting struck by lightning.

(Marston takes out some of them)

Nigel: Excellent work, sir. Push on to Armadillo!

Nigel: Death, I embrace you!

Marston: For chrissakes, man. You're going to be fine. We're nearly there.

Nigel: Take me into your arms. Uh-huhhuuhh huuuuhuuuu

Marston: You need more than a doctor, my friend.

(John stops at the doctor's office)

Marston: This is it. You're going to make it.

Nigel: Ugghh... Where the devil are we?

Marston: Armadillo. We made it safe, you'll be happy to know.

Nigel: Thank you, sir, thank you. You're a gentleman and a, a true man of honor.

Marston: Coming from you, I doubt that means much but, I appreciate the civility.

Nigel: I owe you, sir, and I always pay my debts. Jesus... But if I die, I'm     sorry for it. If not, I'll be your man, for...for...

Marston: Let's get you fixed up first. Then we'll decide what you're my man for.