Destry Rides Again Page #4

You just wait 'til

we get to a stop.

[Woman] Oh, Jack,

leave the driver alone.

Trip's almost over.

I don't mind the bumps.

I do. If he

don't take it easy,

I'll blow his head off.

Please don't mind

my brother, Mr. Destry.

He's always threatening

to blow people's heads off

I had a friend once.

His name was Stubbs.

He was always goin' around

threatenin' to blow

people's heads off.

One day, a fella came along

and took him up on it.

Well?

Well, folks say that

now Stubbs' forehead...

is holdin' up

the prettiest tombstone

in Green Lawn Cemetery.

Very funny.

I been handlin' cattle

around these parts

for quite a spell...

and met some

of the toughest

hombres they got,

and I'm still here.

This ain't no ornament.

Pretty good with it.

So was Stubbs.

Meaning just

exactly what?

Well, I just mean

you gotta be careful

who you meet up with.

You know, you got some

pretty peculiar ideas

for a deputy sheriff.

- But they make sense.

- Oh, so I'm supposed

to ride...

in this confounded

contraption gettin'

bumped around like this...

and grin like a baboon.

Well, maybe you should take up

a hobby, like me.

You'd be surprised

the genuine rage

you can work off...

just by carving

a little piece of wood.

Are you sure

your name is Destry?

Folks is always

askin' me that.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

LittleJoe

LittleJoe

Whatever happened to him,

I don't know

Hey, boss, stage is a-comin'!

How far away?

On the upper ridge.

Oh, doggone it, doggone it.

Come here.

Gimme a hand.

Is Destry really comin'?

You're darn tootin' he is,

and when he gets here,

there will be a lot

of folks a-goin'.

Come on. Put that

chair in place.

Here. There's

a nickel for ya.

Jiminy, Wash.

You look like a real sheriff.

[Laughs] I ain't

got time to argue.

[Humming]

Lily Belle? Lily Belle?

What you want?

Coach is comin'.

Destry will be here any minute.

I ain't half finished his room yet.

Where's Callahan?

- Maybe he's in the saloon.

- Maybe? More than likely.

When you see that no-good

Russian lummox, tell him

to get over here.

I'll tell him.

I'll tell him.

Callahan!

Callahan!

How much have

you got left?

I tap you, Callahan.

Please, Frenchy.

I am not Callahan.

Callahan was my wife's

first husband, and he's dead.

I am Boris Alexanderovich

Stavrogin, and I like to be

called by my name.

All right, Callahan,

what do you do?

Deal.

King. Ace.

Can you beat it?

Is my credit good?

No, no, not this time.

Oh, please, Frenchy.

Still want to bet, huh?

Uh-huh.

All right.

Thirty bucks

against your pants.

My pants? Oh, no.

Thirty bucks, huh?

Mm-hmm.

My pants. Thirty bucks.

Yee-ha-ha!

Here he comes, folks!

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