E: I’m gonna tell you this once time, Jack fu*king Twist. And I ain’t fooling...What I don’t know, all them things that I don’t know...I could get you killed if I come to know them.
E: I ain’t joking.
J: Well try this one...and I’ll say it just once...
E: Go ahead.
J: I tell you what...we could had a good life, fu*king real good life. Had us a place of our own...But you didn’t want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything’s built on that! That’s all we got, boy...Fu*king all! So I hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.
E: God damn it...
J: You count the damn few times...that we have been together in nearly 20 years, and you measure the short fu*king leash you keep me on...and then you ask me about Mexico. And then you tell me you kill me for needing something that I don’t hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it get...And I’m not you. I can’t...make it on a couple of high-altitude fu*ks once or twice a tear...You are too much for me, Ennis...Son of a horsing bi*ch...(*处为t)
J: I wish I knew how to quit you.
E: Well, why don’t you?
E: Why don’t you just let me be, huh? It’s because of you, Jack, that I’m like this...I’m nothin’...I’m nowhere...
E: Get the fu*k off me!
J: It’s all right, it’s all right...Damn you, Ennis...
E: I just can’t stand this anymore, Jack!
E: I ain’t joking.
J: Well try this one...and I’ll say it just once...
E: Go ahead.
J: I tell you what...we could had a good life, fu*king real good life. Had us a place of our own...But you didn’t want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything’s built on that! That’s all we got, boy...Fu*king all! So I hope you know that, if you don’t never know the rest.
E: God damn it...
J: You count the damn few times...that we have been together in nearly 20 years, and you measure the short fu*king leash you keep me on...and then you ask me about Mexico. And then you tell me you kill me for needing something that I don’t hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it get...And I’m not you. I can’t...make it on a couple of high-altitude fu*ks once or twice a tear...You are too much for me, Ennis...Son of a horsing bi*ch...(*处为t)
J: I wish I knew how to quit you.
E: Well, why don’t you?
E: Why don’t you just let me be, huh? It’s because of you, Jack, that I’m like this...I’m nothin’...I’m nowhere...
E: Get the fu*k off me!
J: It’s all right, it’s all right...Damn you, Ennis...
E: I just can’t stand this anymore, Jack!