Fugitive:
What do you want, you son of a bitch?
Assault Man:
The stuff people use to worship God. Gold - when's it coming?
Fugitive:
We don't know. It never tells when it's coming.
Assault Man:
Huh. Now why do you bother to defend what's not yours, hmm? I know a stagecoach comes here and stops loaded with it. So, when is it coming? Is it today or tomorrow.
Fugitive:
We never know when it's comin' or when it's goin'.
Assault Man:
No. I don't believe you.
[the Colonel starts to whip Ernest who is tied to a wagon wheel]
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