Lemonade Joe

Hogo Fogo:
Allow me to introduce my collaborators. This is Coyote Kid, and this is Pancho Kid.

Lemonade Joe:
I do not care for your kids.

Hogo Fogo:
Pah!

Sherriff:
Did you say... 'Pah', stranger?

Hogo Fogo:
Yes, 'Pah'!

Goodman:
'Pah' to the Kolaloka Lemonade?

Hogo Fogo:
Yes, 'Pah' to the Kolaloka Lemonade!

Goodman:
A madman!

Sherriff:
An anarchist!

Hogo Fogo:
No, gentlemen; neither the former, nor the latter. But...

Sherriff:
Hogo Fogo!

Hogo Fogo:
Yes, Hogo Fogo, with twelve notches on the handle of my Dellinger!

Lemonade Joe:
I have returned. And with me comes the law!

Hogo Fogo:
More like, the Kola Loka.

Lemonade Joe:
The Kola Loka is the law.

Lemonade Joe:
No, that I do not.

Lemonade Joe:
Are nights cold here?

Musician:
Pardon?

Lemonade Joe:
I ask whether nights are cold here.

Musician:
Yes.

Lemonade Joe:
Then I ought to take... warm underwear!