Fuck yourself, Byron Burkhart. Anna! Anna! Hey! Come on, now![Mollie] Anna! I will cut you, talking to my man! I'll kill that woman, then I'll kill you! - Stand down. - I'm not your man. I'll do as I please. [Ernest] Get her out of here! Give me that.[sibling] She's got a gun! Give me that. Come on! Stay away from these white women! Stay away from those wahk' oh nohn-hohn! Move!
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- Cowboy had an earache. - Oh, boy. Really? And you know Bill ain't too kind to Reta when I'm not there.
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I don't know.
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'Move,' said the Great White Father, from Missouri, from Arkansas, from Kansas.
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This may be the last thing I do.
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Yes.
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I told her I can't dance anymore.
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You like women? Ah, you know I like women. That's my weakness. What kinds they got out there? Just white. - Just white, that I saw. - Hmm. Mm-hmm. You like red? Red?
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You mean - that kind of red? - Mm-hmm.
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You see? Yeah. Minnie's gone now, and after her, that leaves... Reta... Mmm. ...Anna, and then, of course, there's Mollie. Yeah.
Got a light for my Lucky Strike? After Mollie divorced Ernest, she lived with her new husband, John Cobb, on the reservation. She died of diabetes on June 16th, 1937. Her obituary in the local paper said simply... "Mrs. Mollie Cobb, 50 years of age, passed away at eleven o'clock Wednesday night at her home.