A Million Ways to Die in the West Page #10

smart stuff I did?

Uh...

No. No, I don't think so.

Oh.

Well, it was still good, though.

Yeah, it was great.

I thought it was really good.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS IN PAIN)

MAN:
Stop!

Albert!

I'm really horny right now.

(GIGGLING)

Let's go in the shade and f***.

(MURMURING)

Well done, sheep boy.

(SIGHS)

Hey, sorry I killed your husband.

Oh, God. That was never

gonna work out anyway.

He's Methodist, I'm half-Jewish.

- (LAUGHING) Are you? You are?

- No!

Oh, thank God!

- You're not really Arabic, are you?

- No, no, no.

Oh, thank God. Because

I was like, "Ah, kill me!"

I know, right? "No! Oh, my God!"

- No, we're fine. We're okay.

- LOUISE:
Albert!

Hey, Louise.

Hey. Listen, if you want to...

If you want to talk about

things, I would like that.

I mean, I could come by your

place, like, later tonight.

You know, uh, Louise, I would,

but I really gotta go

home and work on myself.

ANNA:

So, you killed Clinch Leatherwood,

the deadliest gunman

on the frontier.

Yeah, I guess I did, huh?

(BARKS)

ANNA:
You know, there's probably

gonna be some reward money.

ALBERT:
You know,

I didn't think about that.

ANNA:
What are you gonna do?

Step right up, folks.

Step right up!

Who wants to take a gander

at the shooting gallery?

DJANGO:
I'll take a shot.

(CROWD GASPS)

People die at the fair.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

DJANGO:
What the f***? Somebody

bring me one of them white women.

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