Thought I done told you never to come in...

Hey, you ain't Seamus McFly.

You look like him, though, especially with that dog-ugly hat.

[Laughing]

You kin to that hay barber? What's your name, dude?

Uh, Mart...

Eastwood.

Clint Eastwood.

[Laughs] What kind of stupid name is that?

I'd say he's the runt of the litter. Hey, now.

Boys, would you take a look-see at these pearly whites!

Hell, I ain't seen teeth that straight that weren't store-bought.

Take a gander at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them?

What's that writin'mean? "Neekay," what is that?

Some sort of Injun talk or somethin'? [Laughing]

Bartender,

I'm lookin' for that no-good, cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?

No, sir, Mr. Tannen. I have not.

Tannen? You're Mad Dog Tannen.

Mad Dog? I hate that name.

I hate it! You hear?

Nobody calls me "Mad Dog"!

Especially not some duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash!

- [Gasps] - Dance!

- Aaghh! - Come on!

Come on, runt!

- You can dance better than that! - [Men Laughing]

[Marty Muttering Rhythmically]

[Continues Muttering]

Shit!

Whoo!

Ooh.

[Hammer Clicks]

[Empty Chambers Clicking]

[Gasping] You better run, squirrel.

Aaah! Get 'im!