Joe, the Bartender:
You know what I'd do if I was you?
Kenneth Whittaker:
What?
Joe, the Bartender:
I'd bust the livin' bejeepers out of a guy like that.
Kenneth Whittaker:
I wish I could.
Joe, the Bartender:
Well, why can't you? A big guy like you.
Kenneth Whittaker:
It's not that.
Joe, the Bartender:
Well, suppose he's smaller. Suppose he's weaker. He deserves it, don't he?
Kenneth Whittaker:
I can't.
Joe, the Bartender:
Well, why can't you? Just answer me that. Why not?
Kenneth Whittaker:
He's dead.
Joe, the Bartender:
But look what he done to you... dead?...
[He picks up Ken's shot of whiskey and downs it himself]
Joe, the Bartender:
Well, in that case, there's only one thing you can do now.
Kenneth Whittaker:
What?
Joe, the Bartender:
There was another party involved, wasn't there?
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