Brokeback screenings: Info only
"Friend, we got ourselves one son of a bitch of an unsatisfactory sheep situation."
Dog, thinking to self: I really should be over there watching those sheep - especially those damn short-ear ones - but it's just so nice to be lying here next to Jack Twist. *sigh* Oh, well, sheep be damned!Jack: zzzzzz
Ennis: Jack, this whiskey tastes awful funny. You think them sheep might've drugged it?Jack: I dunno, friend, but all of a sudden I can't move my legs...
"They look like they got things under control now, how about we nip on off to the tent for a quick one?"
"Dammit Ennis I spanked sixty six sheep already for disobeyin'. I need a whiskey break."
"Whaddaya think you are Jack, the pied harmonica player a Hamlin, wooin the sheep into submission ?"
As he makes his way back to camp, beady red eyes watch every movement of the Pale Furred One as they plot their next assault.
Baaaaaaaaaaaa!!
"Ya know... we could try psychological methods. Like callin em names. I wonder what kinda names sheep consider ta be insulting? Woolface? Stinktail? Things like that.""Yer nuts, ya know that Ennis? Or drunk. Nuts and drunk. Stinktail my ass."
meanwhile the sheep continue to party amongst themselves!sheep: did someone just call me Mr. Poopy pants?
"Never mind those goddamn psychological methods a yers Ennis. This is the latest technology... sheep radar. Built right into the belt buckle. Them woollies come up on me behind ma back and "ping ping ping!" goes off like a fire hydrant. Er siren."
"Here come the wild ass short ear sheep, comin a get ya Ennis, gonna nibble yer dick till ya squeal Uncle!"
"Friend, I gotta tell you. All this talk about short ear sheep?Last night I thought I saw...Oh, never mind."
The hills are alive with the sound of sheep f@rts.. uh, i mean music.
Ennis: "I'm jus' sendin up a little prayer a thanks."Jack: "For what?"Ennis: "No short ear sheep."
Heath: "Did I just hear... sheep? They couldn't have followed us all the way from Canada."Jake: "Don't look, Heath, once you look into their eyes you're a goner. Just keep those lovely little eyes on me."
The evil sheep got me!
Finally, the mystery solved! The Kuvasz, unemployed since Aguirre hired a HERDER to sleep with the sheep, was the master-mind behind the short ear sheep plot all along.
Although the sheep appear to be peacefully grazing, they are actually watching the Dark Furred one very closely, waiting for the right moment to attack and reclaim their poor lost kin. The jacket must go down.
The dog, secretly in league with the sheep, is frustrated that Jack has outwitted him once again by sleeping on The Blasphemous Jacket.
