Bob: You're early. Mike: I had to leave early. A cop showed up at the cafe. Nothing to do with us, just a Highway Patrol in search of donuts. And Walt was already waiting for me when I got to their house.
Walt: Uncle Bob, who's that? Bob: Uh... a friend. Mike: We can't do anything while she's watching. Bob: Don't worry, I have some, um... unfinished business with her inside. You can unload the stuff behind the house while I take care of that and then you can take her back to town. Walt: Do I have to let her sit in the front? Bob: You'll stay here. I'm sure Mike will cope on his own with her.
Mike: Do you mind if I also... take care of some business before coming back? Bob: None of my business. Walt: What business are you two going on about? Mike: What do you think, Bob, should we let her show him? Bob: My sister would kill me, if she ever found out. Mike: Your sister was a grandma at 30. Bob: I know, but that's different. Walt is her baby. Walt: I'm not a baby! And you're both crazy!
Mike: That should be far enough. She can't see anything, if she looks out. Although I doubt she'll have the chance. Okay, let's start unloading! Walt: Mike, what was all that talk about business? What are they doing in there? Mike: If I tell you, you didn't hear it from me. Walt: Okay. Mike: I'm sure you have noticed that women aren't exactly running after your uncle. So, he pays them. Walt: For what? Oh. Oh! I didn't realize... I've never seen... Mike: Remember, I didn't tell you anything.
A little later: Mike: Hop in, we need to be going now. Bob: Mike, there's no hurry back. Walt and I will manage.
Walt: She was pretty. Bob: Don't you start getting any ideas, boy. Walt: What do you mean? Bob: You just forget women like her. - Okay, enough about that. There's still wood to be chopped. You know what to do. Walt: I know...
Bill: Good afternoon. Bob: Good afternoon, officer. How can I help you? We don't see law enforcement here very often. Bill: We're looking for a dangerous bear and I was wondering if you have seen anything. Bob: We're far from town and bears aren't uncommon here, but I haven't seen any for at least a few months. What kind of a bear are we talking about? Bill: The kind that killed two of the mayor's prize cows. He wants it dead.
Later: Bob: Jason, you've gone too far this time. Why couldn't you kill something nobody cares about? Noboby was paying any attention as long as you killed hookers and homeless people. You need to hide and hide well. I know winter is still far away, but you could consider hibernation anyway.