Law of the Lash

[first lines]

Fuzzy Q. Jones: Hey, here's an empty sack and here's a list of what to put in it.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis: Fuzzy, your list is just like a letter; it always starts out the same.

Fuzzy Q. Jones: Oh, you mean sort of, "Dear Sir"?

Marshal Cheyenne Davis: No - six plugs of chewin' tobacco.

Fuzzy Q. Jones: Well, I gotta have some kind of stimulant.

Marshal Cheyenne Davis: Don't I know you, you old buzzard. But if those hills come through with what I think they will, we'll both have all the stimulant we want. And it won't be tobacco.