McShane: Boy, I don't even take my guns off to honeyfuggle. Now, do I get to slake my thirst...or do you start keepin' company with them cemetery gophers?
Bar Boy: Ain't for me to say, sir.
McShane: Then let's leave it up to the man behind the bottle. (strides up to the bar) Bartender! (pulls out gun and money) This here is my gun...and this here is my green. Now which of 'em you wanna see me start usin' first?