Bart: There's one thing all my poker playing's taught me, Marybelle.
Marybelle: What's that?
Bart (whispering): Strategy. (loudly) Look at those two, Marybelle … a more perfect example of a couple of fools you'll never see.
Bull: We're fools, huh? Who's got the guns on who?
Bart: Well, you boys have the guns, alright - but, you see, Corey has the gold. He's not going to come all the way back here just to split it with you two fellas.
Bull: Don't pull that stuff on me, dude. Clay Corey ain't that kinda guy.
Bart: Oh? What kinda guy is he?
Bull: Well, he's kinda like … well, I … You tell him, Snake.
Snake: Well, I reckon Corey's pretty much like us - smarter, maybe, but like us.
Bull: Us? Do you think!?
Snake: I think.
Bull: We better take out after Corey - so he don't hog all the loot for himself.
Bart (whispers to Marybelle): Strategy.
Snake: Let's take care of these two right now and get movin'.
Marybelle: You and your big mouth.