So you can feel sorry for yourself... because some little Valley chick wanted somebody else, is that it?
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I want this chick, she wants me, so f*** it. We're going back.
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And I was doing all right with that chick.
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That chick, Julie, she's truly dazzling.
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I've seen the chicks.
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I got that chick from the big bang theory, Kaley Cuoco, to do the voice.
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When it was my time to take leave of this world, all my chicks were there to see me off.
>> The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Movie Script

So far, three of my chicks have found their wings and I am so very proud of them.
>> The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Movie Script

you're a minority in this country, and they tell you're oppressed, and you tell them actually, no, I'm not. All the white liberal chicks and guys get all mad at me.
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Trying to do your accent for that chick.
>> 公正裁决 Equity (2016) Movie Script

WHEN THEY FOUND Wilbarger’s man Chick and the boy who had been traveling with them, there wasn’t much left to bury. The coyotes and buzzards had had a full day at them. As they rode toward the little knoll where the buzzards swarmed, they passed a fat old badger carrying a human hand—a black hand at that. Newt was stunned—he assumed they would shoot the badger and get the hand back so it could be buried, but no one seemed concerned that the badger had someone’s hand.
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“I wish we’d met sooner, McCrae,” Wilbarger said. “I enjoy your conversation. I hope you’ll bury my man Chick and that boy that was with us. I wish now I’d never hired that boy.” “We’ll tend to it,” Augustus said.
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“No, mostly girls here tonight,” Dan said. “Are you waiting for election day or what? Bring the goddamn horses.” Little Eddie brought them. The dawn was behind him, very faint but coming. Soon it was possible to make out the results of the battle. Wilbarger’s two men were dead, still in their blankets. One was Chick, the little weasel Jake remembered seeing the morning they brought the horses in from Mexico. He had been hit in the neck by a rifle bullet, Frog Lip’s, Dan said. The bullet had practically torn his head loose from his body—the corpse reminded Jake of a dead rabbit, perhaps because Chick had rabbitlike teeth, exposed now in a stiff grimace.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Wilbarger rode off, Chick following at the rear of the small horse herd. As Chick rode past, Dish Boggett was greatly tempted to rope him off his horse and box his ears as a means of relieving his feelings about Lorie and Jake Spoon—but the Captain was sitting there, so he merely gave Chick a hard stare and let him go.
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“I wouldn’t,” Wilbarger said. He rode over to the gate, leaned over to open it, and rode out, leaving the gate for Chick toclose. When Chick tried to lean down and shut the gate his hat fell off. Nobody walked over to pick it up for him, either—he was forced to dismount, which embarrassed him greatly. Wilbarger waited, but he looked impatient.
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“Well, let’s go, Chick,” Wilbarger said. “We won’t get home unless we start.” “You might as well stay for breakfast,” Call said. “A couple more of your horses are on their way.” “What are they doing, traveling on three legs?” Wilbarger asked.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

IF WILBARGER WAS IMPRESSED at the sight of so many horses, he gave no sign of it. The small herd had already been penned, and he and Deets and the man called Chick were quietly separating out horses with the H I C brand on them. Dish Boggett worked the gate between the two corrals, letting Wilbarger’s horses run through and waving his rope in the face of those he didn’t claim. Jake Spoon was nowhere in sight, nor was there any sign of Augustus and the Irishmen. The new herd was far too large to pen. Call had always meant to fence a holding pasture for just such an eventuality, but he had never gotten around to it. In the immediate case it didn’t matter greatly; the horses were tired from their long run and could be left to graze and rest. After breakfast he would send the boy out to watch them.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“Well, it’s Latin,” Wilbarger said. “Easier than what you wrote on that sign.” “Oh,” Augustus said. “Where’d you study Latin?” “Yale college,” Wilbarger said. Then he and Chick trotted off.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

“That’s because they’re God-fearing boys,” Augustus said. “You wouldn’t catch them boys with no Jezebel.” “Is that her name?” Chick asked. “It ain’t the name I heard.” “He’s never learned to curb his passions,” Wilbarger said. “I hope you’ll excuse him.” “A loose tongue is never welcome,” Augustus said mildly.
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“Chick, I thought you had a few manners,” he said. “Talking that kind of talk down at the Jots is one thing. Talking it up here when I’m trying to discuss business with these gentlemen is something else.” “Well, them boys at the lots wouldn’t tell me,” Chick said, with a touch of a whine.
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“Ain’t there a whore in this town?” Chick asked. He was still horseback. The remark took everybody by surprise. Wilbarger seemed quite displeased with it.
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“Why, hell, you had us surrounded and we didn’t even know it,” Augustus said. “This is Captain Call, standing here with his shirttail out.” “I’m Wilbarger,” Wilbarger said. “This is my man Chick.” “You’re free to get down,” Call said.
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“In that case some fool has tolt me wrong,” Chick said, turning his horse toward the house.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Of course it was a rank lie, but it got the job done. Chick was not convinced by the information, but Wilbarger had ridden off and left him, and he was conscious of being outnumbered and disliked. To imply that a cowboy’s sister was a sporting woman might lead to prolonged fisticuffs, if not worse—and Dish Boggett looked to be a healthy specimen.
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