A man drink like that and he don't eat, he is goin' to die!
Bart
Uh sir, sir. You specifically requested a 'ni-gger'?...Well, to tell a family secret--my grandmother was Dutch.
Bart
Well, don't just stand there looking stupid and holding your hands in pain. How 'bout a little applause for the Waco Kid?
Bart
See, I knew you wasn't no Waco Kid. You was just pullin' my lariat!
Bart
Hey, where all da white women at?
Bart
Baby, please, I'm not from Havana!
Bart
Well, my name's Jim. But most people call me... Jim.
Jim, The Waco Kid
I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille.
Jim, The Waco Kid
Well, you devious son of a bitch.
Jim, The Waco Kid
Then one day I heard "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.
Jim, The Waco Kid
What's a dazzling urbanite like you doing in a rustic setting like this?
Jim, The Waco Kid
What did you expect? "Welcome, sonny"? "Make yourself at home"? "Marry my daughter?" You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know . . . morons.
Jim, The Waco Kid
Well, Mongo ain't exactly a "who", he's more of a "what".
Jim, The Waco Kid
No, no, don't shoot him - you'll only make him mad.
Jim, The Waco Kid
That's Hedley.
Hedley Lamarr