(Bret meets brother Bart "Hardin" outside of town)
Bart: Well, howdy brother.
Bret: Howdy, John Wesley Harden. You're lookin' mighty fit considerin' you were just dug up.
Bart: Uh, suppose you dig up that five hundred. I believe that's the sum mentioned in the telegram?
Bret: Now that's not worthy of you, Bart. Your own brother's life is hangin' in the balance and all you're thinkin' about is $500.
Bart: No, Bret, that's not all I'm thinkin' about.
Bret: No, you're thinkin' about my five hundred, too.