Character: Leslie Edwards (Leslie Edwards)

Mr. President, I beg you, if we don't give bears the right to vote, they will rebel and take the Congress. And then we have to perform at carnivals in hats.

- Let everyone decide for himself. I think we need to continue the journey.
- You're a real man.
- Who's talking, you got. You maimed the bear and the ear bit off a Frenchman.
That's right, misery coming down on me. But I can't leave Mr Edwards. He's ventured now, when the goal is very close - I believe his words: the worst is over! [Bidwell shoot through the hands of the Spaniards] Saying the "worst is over", I probably rushed. Well, now just... [sweep second hand]

Of Joan, and who betrayed you?
- I'm your slave, so you.
Thank you.
- I'm going with Mr. hunt!

- Lewis and Clark! These idiots are dragging the boat.
- Um, dragging, because they know that ahead of dangerous area. We should do the same.
- I see no reason for concern.
- Sir, there is a sign: the rapids in the morning.
What?
- All.

- You're not like other men. You are softer and gentler.
But not devoid of masculinity, right?
Not quite. Look, slim wrist, the skin is like a baby, almost no shoulders...
- Rather, too many flattering words.

- You want to be the one to ride your "balls"? In short, "clean the gun"?
- To clean the gun? This to me makes the Joan.
- Well, Yes...
- What!? No! Mr. hunt, I assure you, I never...

- Have you ever loved, Mr. hunt?
- Well, once or twice got the girls under her skirt.
- My God! Why, why do you all put it crudely?
And I thought I spare you...

- I'll call this flower "Blush Amanda". Mr. hunt, since you are my partner, you also have to think of names.
- Uh... uh... me?
Yes. Name something about this branch of the river. You can immortalize the name of your beloved.
- Sweetheart? Yes, of course... I know how. Then I would call this sleeve "Pittsburgh Nellie". This Welsh whore that had done that no one noticed the growth on her neck.

Race to the Pacific ocean continues. Though I do want to stay ahead of Lewis and Clark, in between I make a directory unknown species of flora and fauna. Looks like I'm the only one showing interest in science. Yes, perhaps, brad with his doubtful experiment over the ear Bidwell.

- Good news, looks like us will leave alive.
- Live?..
- Had to give them something from your good, not to get us killed.
And seem friendly.
Is the property of savages. Pretend to be friends, drink with you, listen, and then beskrevet your brains with a spoon.
- You mean fork?
- It depends on what tribe.
[Leslie leaves]
- Mr. hunt, Iowa would never have killed you.
I know, just tired of carrying this stuff to the Yanks.

- Think I'll pass. I swore someone.
- Really?
- Yes, I promised my doctor to refrain from such things.

I presume you will declare the hunt for this savage beast?
- Well, of course, it dawned on me the same idea, only... I have a better idea.
- What?
- I'll make you a fine wooden leg.
- What about the bear?
Rest assured, Bidwell, in twenty years, old age will deal with the bear was more brutal than we would have done.
- Retribution warms, sir.

Well, Higgins the floor is yours.
- This story happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother just finished mowing the field and enjoyed an evening meal under the canopy of the elm. Brother went down to the Creek for water, and I took a bowl of delicious pudding, and put not one, but two major kolejka sheep dung. And when he returned, I asked him to taste the pudding. And not get me to this place - he ate all the pudding out of shit. Everything to the last crumb.
- You forced my brother to eat shit?
Ha ha ha, yeah.
- A funny story.
- Tell me how it ended. That's the whole point.
- So, if you honest - I have no brother. All this happened with me I ate sheep shit. I swear, it was.
Yeah, what a witty interchange.

- Remember, you signed the contract.
- But what are they?
- They will be punished.
- By whom?
- Damn, until they win.