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Felix Matthews:
Alright, Masterson, get this pile of junk out of the middle of the street right now. We're coming through.

Joseph 'Little Joe' Cartwright:
This pile of junk stays!

Felix Matthews:
You're gonna let this boy dig his own grave, Masterson... with his mouth.

Joseph 'Little Joe' Cartwright:
It's MY Grave. MAYBE.

Felix Matthews:
There's no 'maybe' about it. Now, I'll tell YOU what I'm going to do. Me and the boys are gonna rest up a spell, and then we'll come down. Maybe it'll be in an hour. Maybe we'll wait till sun-up. Maybe. Maybe not even then. Just MAYBE. Oh, but we'll be back. If this barricade is still up when we get here, do you know what we're gonna do then? Well, let me tell you, gentlemen. Have you ever seen a town wiped out? Taken apart PIECE by PIECE? Well, you've got an experience in store for you, gentlemen. Think about that. Oh, and, ah, Masterson... if you make us fight, don't waste all your ammunition on me and the boys. Save some for the womenfolk and the kids.