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Sheriff Edward Gideon:
[Observing a deserted town] What the hell's goin' on around here?

Sakura:
Oh... maybe today holiday.

Blanc de Blanc:
He's right. Today's the day of St. Blanc the Martyr. That's my saint day! Hey, Sheriff, do you mind if I-?

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Shut up, Swiss. Sit down. You bring tears to my eyes, but we ain't Catholics in these parts.

Sakura:
Uh-uh-uh, that's right. In America, all prostitutes.

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
[Annoyed] Protestants.

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Hey, wha- what are you doing there?

Sakura:
I'm preparing poutparri, Japanese style.

Blanc de Blanc:
Potpourri, not poutparri.

Sakura:
Yeah, yeah, special herbs, that prevent sleeping on hunger. That way, Sakura always stay awake and on guard all night.

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Well, if it helps to stop hunger, bring it here. I'll have some.

Sakura:
Oh, we special, Sheriff, we special...

Blanc de Blanc:
Hey, leave some for me, huh?

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
You'll need your sleep. You're gonna do a lotta galloping tomorrow.

Sakura:
Ah, it's ready. Ah, ya, oh...

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Good, huh? [He eats some of the potpourri]

Sakura:
Ah, yes... It's good?

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
It's very good! [Stops chewing and suddenly cries out in pain]

Sakura:
Immediate effect of herb preparation! You no sleep or feel hungry!

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
[spits out the potpourri] BULLSHIT! [He goes and collapses by a tree]

Sakura:
Sheriff, Sakura do help teethache, and let samurai stop pain!

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Well, I can't! Even when I was a kid, the blacksmith had to pull out my tooth, now they're all aching, damn it!

Blanc de Blanc:
Eh, take it easy, Sheriff, one night will pass quickly.

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
YOU SHUT UP!

Sheriff Edward Gideon, Blanc de Blanc:
[drunkenly] You're absolutely right, Swiss. I'm a horse's ass. And... of all th' horse's asses in the world... you... are my real friend.

Blanc de Blanc:
Now you're really beginnin' to make a little sense. But Black Jack, why did you choose the kind of existence that pays nothing and is full of danger? You got a house full of kids, and a woman who, exceptin' for the beard, could be the twin of Mochako.

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Mochako doesn't have a beard.

Blanc de Blanc:
But Clementine has. Hey, look, we could both be rich, Black Jack. Rich, you hear? Let's open the box and divide up the money, huh? Think about it. Paris. [Mimes the Can-Can... Black Jack starts to join in]

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Yeah, you're right, Swiss. Let's cha-cha-cha-cha the law! And everybody who the hell believes in it! Let's open the box! I've got the- I've got the key! [He pulls the key out from his pocket] So let's... [His hand hovers over one of the three locks. He's forgotten which lock the key fits]

Blanc de Blanc:
C'mon, what's the matter?

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
The matter is, I can't remember which lock to open! An-and if we open the wrong lock... [imitates explosion noises musically]

Blanc de Blanc:
Very funny. Calm down, there are only three keyholes to choose from. Black, yellow and white. You gotta remember which one it is!

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
[Despondently] With all that fire water you gave me to drink, I can't even remember my own name!

Blanc de Blanc:
Your name is Black Jack! Now come on, now, open this damn box! Come on!

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
I got it! Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a... [pauses, then points to the black lock] That's it! [He kisses the key, and starts to try and insert the key into the black lock. Swiss stops him]

Blanc de Blanc:
Hey, wait! Are you sure?

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
Sure? No.

Blanc de Blanc:
You're not just drunk! You're crazy! [He gets up and leaves] Let me out of this looney bin! [Black Jack looks fit to cry]

Sheriff Edward Gideon:
God damn it! The one time I decide to screw the law... I can't remember which lock to use! [Rests his head, whimpering, on the box]

Cleme:
[Opening lines from Italian version] For a fistful of dollars. For a miserable fistful of dollars that are not even already your share! At least I did that for a few dollars more... but "vamos a matar", compa?eros! Always around in the good, the bad and the ugly times! Head down, dear; you're at the day of reckoning, now!