The Tall Man1960

[Billy and Denver have graduated from fisticuffs to trading potshots at each other]

William Bonney:
You got my slug there, didn't ya?

Denver:
It was a chip of rock. My shin is busted. You never reached me with no lead!

William Bonney:
Lower on your boot there - that's my crease mark, right there.

[Denver points his gun at Billy]

Denver:
Well, you see, I don't score crease marks. I only shoot holes.

William Bonney:
Both of us? This far from drinking water? That wouldn't hardly be prudent, would it?

Denver:
I don't care what's prudent! Have you ever felt pain?

William Bonney:
I carry around a couple of .44 slugs, two or three ounces of buckshot.