Cimarron City1958

Webb Martin:
I don't know who you are, Mister, or where you came from, but you happenin' by sure came lucky for me.

Rare Crowder:
I didn't happen by. I've been draggin' you for two or three days, boy. I just wanted to see how long you could keep out trouble. Not very long.

Webb Martin:
Just who are you, Mister?

Rare Crowder:
Funny you should ask that question. I'm your pa, son.

[Webb slaps Crowder who promptly decks him]

Webb Martin:
That's the problem with boys today. They just got no respect.