Bolt: Well, well, well. Just imagine, me knowin' your uncle Beauregarde. Well, a course now, I can't say we was real good friends, only knowed him for a day. It was a poker game over in Deadwood. He cleaned me out inside a four hours.
Beau: Well, Uncle Beau's mentioned he's had some lucky days in his time.
Bolt: Oh, he was a real gentleman though. Had to borrow his horse to go back to camp for more money, and you know when I got back to town he had left, real sudden.
Beau: Well, that figures. How much did he take you … I mean, uh, how much you lose?
Bolt: Four dollars. And you know I never did see him to return that horse. Finally sold it for 22, saddle brought 19. Oh, he was a sharpie, but you know, I liked him in spite of it. Yes sir.