Gordito: "You don't scare me with your fancy talk! Get off of my property before my eighteen brothers come out of the barn and kill you all! You hear me?! Huh? Stay away from here, I stole this place fair and square! Now go away before something happens that ends up killing you in ways you don't want to be killed, eh?"   Angel: "You know...I don't see no barn here. Did all them brothers of yours run off with it, y'think?"  (click-click) (click-click) (click-click)       Skinny: "I think maybe they took his bullets, too..."