“Oh, you’re a frisky one, ain’t ya, Twist. Don’t worry, we’ll tame ya good, won’t we, boys?” ......

The only thing that really kept him alive was a niggling feeling that somewhere out there, someone might love him. But at that point he couldn’t remember whom.


Ohhh, dear. Poor Jack. And catotonic for all that time. Loved Ennis's forceful arrival at Rufus's. Two 'fuckins' in one sentence! Whhhhoooeeee

“Well, first thing ya can do is take yer fuckin’ hands offa him, Jack ‘fuckin’ Twist.”