Into the West2005

Drunken Mountain Man:
Fine looking squaw, ain't she? She got a good looking daughter too. I wouldn't mind making her acquaintance. Might even take me a bath. I never known an Injun gal do wash like her. Her husband must have clean britches everyday. Twice on Sunday. You don't need britches.

Thunder Heart Woman:
Move on.

Drunken Mountain Man:
Bet you ain't wearing none under that skirt. We're just gonna have to find out.

[Jacob reaches out and grabs ThunderHeart Woman's wrist]

Drunken Mountain Man:
Easy there, partner. Mind that scattergun, friend. She knows how to use it.

Jacob Jr.:
Just get along and leave us along, mister!

Drunken Mountain Man:
Look at that Indian half-breed! [grabs Jacob Jr]

Jacob Jr.:
Let go of me!

Jacob Wheeler:
[Knocks the men hassling them to the ground and takes his pistol] Hand over your pistols and clear on out!

Drunken Mountain Man:
Got no call to take our pistols.

Jacob Wheeler:
Lucky I ain't in the killing spirit.

Drunken Mountain Man:
Who might you be, friend?

Jacob Wheeler:
The man that's gonna wing you just so I can carve your scalps and show 'em to you before I kill you. [removes the other pistol] Jacob Jr., take this son. Get on up!

Drunken Mountain Man:
All right!

Jacob Wheeler:
Next time to you talk to a man's wife, you'll show her some respect. Come on, get out of here! [shoves them out of the cafeteria and fires the pistol] [the crowd laughs] M

Jacob Wheeler:
[fires a shotgun] My name's Jacob Wheeler! From now on, any of you sons of b*tches step out of line, you'll answer to me! Anybody wanna challenge that?