"I reckon I'll have me a half-caf double latte with a twist. IN A DIRTY MUG!"
"Gentlemen, rather than get caught up in mindless reaction, let's draw upon our feminine selves for a more intuitive solution."
"Y'know, Badlands Pete... a roaring campfire, good coffee, nice prairie breeze, just you 'n' me... what say we put on the rhinestone gowns and dance a jig or two?"
"Let's see... hardtack and pemmican... that's three grams of fat, seven grams of protein, and two starches."
"That's him! That's the yella-bellied varmint who shot my hair dresser!"
"He was a strong man, a good marshal, and I reckon he had a keen eye for interior decoration."
"Hey, Buck, do these chaps make my ass look big?"
"It's like I keep tellin' ya, Earl: men is from Tombstone, women is from Dodge."