Bad, Bad Gang 1972

That stream's only good for one thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's fishing.

Besides, the water's too cold.

Come on, old brother, sit down. I thought we were supposed to play cards.

To hell with you. I'm gonna catch my dinner.

They tell me there's some sweet-tasting trout in that stream.

I'm gonna find out if they're right.

Oh, shit.

I'm getting so tired of this. All I know everything's about is fishing.

After we get married, I sure hope he changes his attitude.

He will, honey. Look, with a body like yours, he's the one that's gonna get hooked.

Come on, let's go swimming.

Oh, God.

I feel so hot and dusty. I can hardly wait to get in that water.

Come on, leave it.

You keep your body so beautiful. You're really nice, Grace.

You must exercise all the time.

No thanks, that hurts my mind.

I don't get enough of the right kind of exercise.

Who does?

You don't get it either?

I like to swim in fish and streams.

I'm beginning to wonder if I exist anymore.

I don't mind playing second fiddle, but to a fish?

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