advertisement Maria Garza: What have you done? Joey Garza: I killed a gringo, Mama. I only like gringos when they're dead. Lorena Parker: Whose funeral? Tinkersley: Why, it's Doobie Plunkert's. She was well liked in the town. I like her myself even though I only met her once. That's why I let my whores sing at her funeral. Now, I kept two back for business. They had scratchy voices anyhow. Blacksmith: Hardin, that boy cost me 50 dollars. That's 50 dollars for the boy and 50 cents for the grave. That's $50.50 you owe me. John Wesley Hardin: Don't stand there talking nonsense to me while I'm working hard at getting drunk. Just drag your man off behind the sand hill and the big pig will eat him, and save you 50 cents. Capt. Woodrow F. Call: I will not tolerate rude behavoir!