The Ridiculous 6 Page #2

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Temper?

When she got her dander up, look out.

We was in a saloon once.

This fellow sitting next to her

starts talking about the perfect way

to make a cherry pie...

So your mom says to me,

"Frank, come here a minute.

Tell me again,

just where did you get them flowers?"

I said, "I know that you think

I stole them from the graveyard. "

Good morning, boys.

Morning, Never Wears Bra.

I had dream about you last night,

White Knife.

Oh, that's nice.

Not nice dream.

In dream, you naughty.

You naughty, White Knife.

Mmm, somebody's got an admirer.

Yes, yes.

But like you,

there's only one woman for me.

I guess we Stockburns are...

partial to the sweet ones.

Yes, sir.

Like your mother.

How did she die, Tommy?

You tell me?

Well, there were these big kids at school

fixin' to beat me up.

Instead of facing them myself,

I had her walk me there.

This feller comes out of nowhere...

walks right up to her and shoots her dead.

So that's how she died,

protecting her gutless son

instead of being home,

safe where she belonged.

Who's that?

Is that Bony Express?

Bony Express

don't come around here.

Giddyap!

He's here somewhere, boys.

Let's burn him out!

Oh...

Next one goes through your forehead.

Hey, hey!

No need to burn nothing, boys!

Howdy, boss.

Cicero...

you're not gonna let a man

enjoy his retirement, are ya?

No, Frank, I salute your decision

to turn from your sinful ways.

But the money...

that belongs to all of us.

Touch that steel, boy,

I got plenty of bullets left over

after I put one in...

your father.

Oh, you finally found your long lost son.

Well, I sure hate to break up

this nice family reunion.

So, why don't you give us

the money you stole

before I put lead in your head.

The money's buried.

Way to run your mouth, son.

It's buried?

Yeah, I buried it.

Deep in the ground...

next to a windmill.

A windmill in the West...

doesn't narrow it down much, Frank.

Well, this is a special windmill.

It's a singing windmill.

A singing windmill!

It's about a ten-day ride from here.

I'll lead you to it presently

on one condition.

You don't hurt my boy...

or any of these kindly Injuns here.

Let's ride, Frank.

Frank, if that $50,000

isn't under that windmill,

I'm gonna bury you up to your neck

and let the desert critters eat you alive.

It's there, Cicero, it's there.

I'm glad I got to meet Betty Dunson's son.

You just stay here, Tommy.

Enjoy your life

with your beautiful bride...

amongst these majestic pine trees.

Let's go!

Well, that was uncool.

White Knife, you must rest.

How can I rest?

When they get to the singing windmill

and find no money, they will kill him.

My son, there are too many trees

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