Sheriff: (about Molly) Stay away from her.
Sheriff: Well, for two reasons. I'm tellin' you to - and she's not your kind.
Bret: Just what is my kind?
Sheriff: Well, I won't go into that. But I'll put it this way : the next time I hear that you're around her (scoffs), I'll pound you lopsided.
Bret: Well, I'm real sorry to hear that, Sheriff - cause I'm plannin' to see her tomorrow.