Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life

You don't want to write. You want to find an excuse not to, and I'll just be one more thing to blame if you don't.

- In just plain, old-fashioned, corny lingo, sir, I have fallen head over heels with your Kelly here. It didn’t take me long to make up my mind. One good look dit it, actually, if you want to know the truth. I’m the kind of crazy hairpin that doesn’t need much more than that. And then, that’s it for life with me. Now, there is a slight complication. I happen to be a newlywed. I made the big mistake about five days ago in New York. When I say big, sir, I mean radio-city-music-hall big. You may have seen her around the pool. She’s a nice girl. But just not, not really my type. I married her because I thought it was the decent thing to do. I’ve learned that decency doesn’t always pay off. So I’m going to get out. It’ll be difficult, but not impossible. Not when you’re as determined as I am. Sitting opposite you, Mr. Corcoran, is probably the most determined young man that you have ever seen. Now, I know that you are going back to Minneapolis tomorrow. And it’s my plan, just as soon as I work out this messy business, to follow you out to Minnesota, to get myself set up there, and to lay claim to your lovely daughter. Those are my cards and Mr. Corcoran, there’s not a joker in the bunch. Now, having spoken my piece, I would like to know, in all candor, how you feel about what I’ve said and to ask if I have your approval.  - Not if they tied me to a horse and pulled me 40 miles by my tongue. - Well, that’s an honest answer, sir.

- You’re mad. Come on. Don’t be mad at me. - You’ve got all the friends, and you’ve got all the money. Did you have to do that to me in front of some dumb bitch to prove you got all the women? - I didn’t know that was gonna happen. Honest to God. She screws anyone. - But me. Everybody but me. - Is that my fault? Don’t get mad at me ‘cause some dumb hooker turned your down.  - She’s your girl. She’s not a hooker. You don’t pay for that. - Mikey, she’s a psycho. You gotta tell her you love her. You give her a few bucks, you tell her it’s a present. It thought it will be interesting for you. - Bullshit. You knew what would happen. - Honest to God, Mikey, I didn’t. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose. I wouldn’t do anything to make you look bad. You’re like my family, I love you. - I think you’d make your family look bad on purpose. ‘Cause I don’t think you love anyone but you.

Little did I realize that what began in the alleys and back ways of this quiet town would end in the Badlands of Montana.