Doc:
Dead-Legs, we've robbed that trader of plenty. Let's beat it before he gets us.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
No. I'm even goin' to send him word where to find the man who's robbin' him.
[Doc starts to speak in protest]
Phroso 'Dead-Legs':
I said *No!* He made me this thing that crawls... now I'm ready to bite!
Tiny:
Yair, bite! I'll bet that's what the cannibals did to Babe!
Doc:
Babe's all right! I sent him to Zanzibar! He's bringin' back a little sweetheart... for Doc! A blonde one!
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