He's up half the night watching the late, late show.

I knew a whole family of them back home.

I feel sorry for that poor guy.

So your friend Pistol Pete can shoot me in the back, even brought the beer outside so there wouldn't be any witnesses.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

And I demand a fair and impartial trial before a judge.

Holy cow, a city feller and a banker.

A few sprinkles and a snow flurry, huh?

He got loose and chased a woman up a tree.

A bear?

A loafer.

A pig?

A bear?

A Beverly Hillbilly.

I'm a sheriff.

Oh, I'm a...

Get a lawyer.

It's a deal.

Set a spell.

I'm a banker.