Destry Rides Again1939

Kent:
Mr. Destry, before we start drinking, I think you and me oughta come to an understanding.

Destry:
Well, I'm all for folks understandin' each other. That's a mighty fine idea, Mr. Kent.

Kent:
I'm glad you agree with me. So I'll start by telling you that I have a very peculiar hobby.

Destry:
So have I. Mine's carvin' napkin rings. What's yours?

Kent:
Mine's collectin' deputy sheriff's guns. [The saloon empties out] Whenever I meet a new deputy, I always ask him for his gun. And I ask 'em real nice.

Destry:
Well, I'm sorry Mr. Kent, I'm afraid this here's one gun your collection's gonna be minus.

Kent:
You mean I'm gonna have to take it?

Destry:
If you can. Now hold on, hold on. Don't get excited here. I was just tryin' to tell ya that I ain't got any guns. You see, if I would have had a gun there, why, one of us might have got hurt - and it might have been me. I wouldn't like that, would I? [Kent laughs]

Bugs:
Tweet, tweet. I'm a canary. Where's my cage?

Gyp:
It's gettin' sunny. Where's my parasol?

Kent:
Folks - seems like we got a deputy that knows what's good for him. If he don't carry a gun, he can't get into any trouble. And if anybody comes to you, you come to Uncle.

Destry:
I'll remember that, Mr. Kent.

Kent:
What'll you have, deputy? [They turn and face the bar]

Loupgerou:
Milk?

Destry:
Yeah, I think I will.

Frenchy:
[hands Destry a broom and a wooden bucket full of water] I can see now how you cleaned up Tombstone. You can start right here - and don't forget the corners.