 I can't stand them chatterboxes, you know. Is there anything else in that paper about me? Yeah, it says... Uh-oh. It says you is dead. Dead? Yeah, it says you was beat to the jaw in a gun battle with that no-good three-fingered Charlie. Now, that's a lie, too. Nothing but lies in that paper. Why, I could out-shoot that guy with my gun tight behind his back.