Bick Benedict: "I know your horse is going to miss you and all this nice, green country, but... Ill try to make him happy in Texas. "
Mrs. Lynnton: "Isn't Texas green, Mr. Benedict? "
Bick: "No, ma'am, not altogether."
Sir David Karfrey: "You must tell us about Texas, Mr. Benedict."
Bick: "It's not that easy. It's different than any other state, I think. At least that's what we think. It's almost a different country."
Sir David: "From an Englishman's point of view, its mere size takes your breath away.
Bick: "Yes, it's big all right."
Mrs Lynnton: "How large are your ranches?"
Bick: "Most every size. Large and small."
Mr. Lynnton: "Mr. Benedict's Reata is one of the largest of them all."
Sir David: "Oh, really? And just how large is that?"
Bick: "It's one of the biggest."
Mrs Lynnton: "How big is that?"
Bick: "There are one or two others as big, I suppose, up where we come from... and some larger ones on the coastal plains."
Sir David: "Can't you be more specific? What's the size of your place? 20,000 ? 50,000 acres?
Bick: "Around a half million. 595,000 acres, to be exact."
Mr. Lynnton: "I'd call that quite a parcel!"
Mrs. Lynnton: "How many acres did you say, Mr. Benedict?"
Leslie Lynnton: "He said 595,000 acres, Mama. And you should see the greedy look on your face."
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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Just remember, one of these days, that bourbon's gonna kill you.
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