XTara: You had no right listening to our conversation!
Murdoch: You was listenin' to mine.
Tara: And what, you're going to kill me for it?
Travis: Uh, Tara....
Murdoch: Naw.
Tara: It's no better that I'd --
Murdoch: Them fancy uniforms is hell on a blade. You ain't done nothin' worth the sharpening work.
Travis: Joking! He's joking! Uh... he is joking, right?
Lena: (offscreen) Honey, we just serve the beer.
Murdoch: 'Sides, I know the house rules, and I don't feel like cleanin' up that much blood.
Murdoch: You was listenin' to mine.
Tara: And what, you're going to kill me for it?
Travis: Uh, Tara....
Murdoch: Naw.
Tara: It's no better that I'd --
Murdoch: Them fancy uniforms is hell on a blade. You ain't done nothin' worth the sharpening work.
Travis: Joking! He's joking! Uh... he is joking, right?
Lena: (offscreen) Honey, we just serve the beer.
Murdoch: 'Sides, I know the house rules, and I don't feel like cleanin' up that much blood.
When last we saw.... Tara - Murdoch - Travis - Lena
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