There was Dallas, from Phoenix; Cleveland - he was from Detroit; and Tex… well, I don’t remember where Tex come from.
And Tex, I don’t want another report on “Smokey the Cow Horse”.
Whoa! Good shootin’ there, Tex!
Karl, shieß den fenster! …Shoot the glass!
Where did ya learn to shoot, York?
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.
Did he fire six shots or only five? Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself.
“Is this glass bulletproof?”
“No, sir.”
BANG BANG BANG
Well, if I had a big pistol like that, I wouldn’t be scared of no booger man.
Well, if it’s that big, let’s hope it doesn’t blow up in your face.
My father, he had an exceptionally flat face. He was so beautiful he could barely breathe.
Forty-seven? That’s a hell of a good face-lift.
My mother’s away for Christmas. She’s spending it at the plastic surgeon’s.
She’s sleeping with Prince Valium.
I don’t need pills like Neely. Sure, I knew you dried her out. But, it won’t last. Neely hasn’t got that hard core like me. She never learned to roll with the punches. And, believe me, in this business they come left, right and below the belt.
Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left.
Don’t look back. It drags at your heart till you can’t do anything but look back.
Y’see that signpost up yonder on the left? Well, you don’t want to go that way. You want to go right, turn down the second street. Not the first one and definitely not the third one.
What is it with men and asking for directions?
I have the directions clearly in my mind.