JACK: Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?
ENNIS: It’s from a theme party in the Pines. Why are you wearing cowboy boots?
JACK: Just for fun.
ENNIS: Have you ever been on a cattle drive?
JACK: Wait, they’re letting cows drive?
ENNIS: No, it’s when people get on horses and they bring the cattle up a mountain and then back down.
JACK: Why?
ENNIS: I’m not sure. Why do people go to Montauk?
JACK: Don’t get me started. Have you ever branded anything?
ENNIS: Footwear. Cologne. These T-shirts I silk-screen that say “OVER IT. OVER NIGHT. OVER YOU.”
JACK: I love that. Have you ever gone camping, like, in a tent?
ENNIS: Once. I was being a good sport. He was really hot, like Olympic-water-polo hot. I pretended I didn’t care about bugs.
JACK: No one’s that hot.
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