Jim: Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille. It got pretty gritty. I started to hear the word "draw" in my sleep. Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, "Reach for it, mister!" I spun around... And there I was, face-to-face with a six-year old kid. Well, I just threw my guns down and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass. So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle, and I've been there ever since.
Zandy Allan: Tony Gallo, huh? You finally got somebody to go to the bushes with you.
Maria Cordova: Shit on you. I died when you married that woman.
Zandy Allan: You're gonna look real funny over there at your wedding with a black eye. And that's where you're heading, chica.