Ellen:
[female gunslinger walks up behind a preoccupied bartender]
How about a room?
Horace:
Whores next door.
Ellen:
[carefully sets her cigar down]
Say that again.
Horace:
I said whores next door.
Ellen:
[kicks the stool out from under him, catches his liquor bottle as he falls, & pours herself a drink]
Now, do you have a room available?
Horace:
Uh, room and bath, yes, ma'am, coming up!
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