Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Hey, here's an empty sack and here's a list of what to put in it.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Fuzzy, your list is just like a letter; it always starts out the same.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Oh, you mean sort of, "Dear Sir"?

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
No - six plugs of chewin' tobacco.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Well, I gotta have some kind of stimulant.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis:
Don't I know you, you old buzzard. But if those hills come through with what I think they will, we'll both have all the stimulant we want. And it won't be tobacco.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Well, Mister, throwin' away my ginger beer is right wasteful of my invigoration.

Gang Leader Decker, aka Dude Bracken:
And you're wasteful of conversation. From now on, get to the point!