My Little Chickadee

Here, take this badge
and pin it over my heart.

Well, Sheriff, congratulations.
I thank... Thank you.
Be careful of that trigger finger.

- This is ridiculous.
You can't make this man sheriff.
He's not fit for the job.

What have we here?
I'm running this town, Carter.
I've told you to keep out of my business
if you want to go on peddling your papers.

If I want a sheriff, I'm going to have one.
Who is this muckraker?
There's one consolation, Badger.
He won't be sheriff very long.

- What do you mean by that?
- You ought to know what I mean.

None of them last very long.
If this lady knows what's good for her,
she and her husband will stay out of here.

- What's the argument?
- I never argue with a lady.

Play it safe, huh?
- Who is this high-collar, anyway?
- He just runs the newspaper here.

And he's got some idea
about what he calls law and order.

I'd like to give the scamp a sound trouncing.
Just trounce yourself out of here.
Come on, we're going home.

Your pleasure is my pleasure, my peach.
Come back soon. Make the place your own.
That's an idea.
Thank you. We will.
Boys, she's gonna make a very pretty widow.
Git along, Christmas.
We got to find cousin Flower Belle.

- Zeb?
- Hi, Mrs. Gideon.
I'm looking for Flower Belle.

Well, you'll find her at the hotel.
- She's married.
- Married?

- Her name is Mrs. Twillie now.
- Twillie? You don't say.

Come on, Christmas. Look out, New Year.
- Bet you a lei of beads.
- No gottum lei.

- What you got?
- Five beads.