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REBECCA MILLER: You know, Daniel, life is not one giant saloon in the Old West.
DANIEL DAY-LEWIS: And sleeves shouldn’t be the size of cantaloupes, either, but that didn’t stop you.
REBECCA: Point taken. Let’s go have a moonshine.
DANIEL: I was thinking we’d play poker with those Olde Tymey cards that only have the suits on them, then flip over a table, shoot the barman, and escape on horseback to avoid a public hanging.
REBECCA: That works too.
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