The Sheriff: Now, hold it there, Doc. How can we be sure you ain't possessed? I mean, hell, I just shot you and you're still standing.
Doc Riley: Ah, well, you ain't got me but on my shoulder.
The Sheriff: I guess that makes sense. All right, why don't you tell me who won last year's annual cow chip throwing contest.
Doc Riley: What?
The Sheriff: You heard me. If it is really you, you'd know.
Doc Riley: Well, shoot, sheriff, that's kinda a trick question 'cause Lovelock ain't never had an annual cow chip throwing contest. Uh-huh. It alternates every year with the greasy pig catching competition.
The Sheriff: Ah, he's okay. All right, Doc, get your ass over here.
