Waco Kid : Well, after awhile it got to be that every piss ant prairie punk that could shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille. Got pretty gritty. I started to hear the word draw in my sleep. Then one day I was just walking down the street and from behind me I hear "Reach for it, mister!" I spun around and there I was standing face to face with a six year old kid. Well, I just threw down my guns and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass. So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle and I've been there ever since.
Bart : Here, have a drink.
Waco Kid : Thanks.