Taggart:
Now what the hell do you think you're doin' with that tin star, boy?
Bart:
Watch that "boy" shit, redneck. You talkin' to the sheriff of Rock Ridge.
Taggart:
Well, now if that don't beat all. Here we take the good time and trouble to slaughter every last Indian in the West, and for what? So they can appoint a sheriff that's blacker'n any Indian! I am depressed.
Lyle:
Excuse me, Mr. Taggart, sir, but I sure do hate to see you like this. What if me and the boys was to shoot that nigger dead? Would that pep you up some?
Taggart:
That might help.
Lyle:
All right, boys! On the count of three!
Jim:
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Lyle:
Don't pay no attention to that alkie. He can't even hold a gun, much less shoot it.
[Jim blows on his fingertips]

Lyle:
Like I said, on the count of three. One... two... three!
[Jim draws. The cowboys' guns are suddenly shot of their hands in quick succession. Cut back to Jim, his arms folded, smoke pouring from his holsters]

Bart:
Well, don't just sit there lookin' stupid, graspin' your hands in pain. How 'bout a little...
[he draws his own gun]

Bart:
... applause for the Waco Kid?
[dumbfounded, Taggart and his men start clapping]

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Mezzogiorno e mezzo di fuoco (1974)

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