Limonádový Joe aneb Konská opera

Grimpo:
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 takes a sip of the Kolaloka Lemonade]

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...

[Hogo Fogo takes his fake beard off. The Sheriff produces a "Wanted" poster from his pocket and compares the picture with Hogo Fogo at length]

Sherriff:
Hogo Fogo!

[Bar patrons gasp accordingly]

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.

Musician:
[reading a note attached to Joe's back] Lemonade Joe! Do you know how silly you are?

Lemonade Joe:
No, that I do not.

Lemonade Joe:
Are nights cold here?

Deaf old man:
Pardon?

Lemonade Joe:
I ask whether nights are cold here.

Deaf old man:
Yes.

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

Hogo Fogo:
Of course you'll be mine. Here, on holy soil, my dove.

Winnifred:
You spider!

Hogo Fogo:
My little fawn!

Winnifred:
You reptile!

Hogo Fogo:
Enough zoology!

Lemonade Joe:
[Lands on his feet after falling some 200 feet, right in front of the hostile band, taking them by surprise. Performs some thorough finger-spinning with his twin shooters, finally aiming them at the band] Understandably, hands up.

Dough Badman:
Albeit brother, still monster.

[Stabs his brother in the back with a corkscrewer]

Lemonade Joe:
I'll need to put on my woolens.

Goodman:
What does she want?

Lemonade Joe:
Don't be surprised, father. Lou is different now. She's become better, and wants to be striven for morality in Arizona.

Tornado Lou - Arizona Warbler:
Yes, I want. I'm going to open a brothel there only kola-loca lemonade would be serving.

Goodman:
Can not express how you touched me! The Lord instiled you this idea!