[Chief has a busted leg and is whimpering loudly]
Amos Slade: Chief, get back in there before I break your other leg.

Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, Ты trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun!
[Tweed takes the gun, then shoots Amos' radiator]
Amos Slade: My radiator! Why, Ты blasted female...
Widow Tweed: [pointing the gun at Amos] Hold it, right there.
Amos Slade: Watch it, that thing's loaded.
[Tweed shoots the gun in the air]
Widow Tweed: Now it ain't loaded.

Widow Tweed: Amos Slade, that temper of yours is going to get Ты into a lot of trouble someday.
Amos Slade: [turns red in the face] Temper? Temper? Woman, Ты ain't seen my temper! If I ever catch that лиса, фокс in my property again, I'll blast him, and Далее time I won't miss!