Brushface: Who's the wise guy that took the water out of this river?
Brushface: This is just a little fundraising plan of mine, it's called a stick-up.
Winnie: I hate to do this, but he's got to learn.
Winnie: You're not mean, you're just lonesome and unhappy.
Brushface: I am to mean.
Winnie: Now see here, Mr. Brushface Burns, as sheriff of this territory it's my duty to keep law and order around here.
Brushface: Well I ain't taken no orders from no female lawman! (pulls gun) Now reach!
Winnie: Ippity pippity pow! (Winnie turns the gun into a perfume sprayer and Brushface sprays her) Ah, my favorite perfume, Witchcraft Number Five.
Brushface: Now cut that out before I get real mean!
(Winnie uses her magic to return the money Brushface stole and replace it with dynomite)
Brushface: Now what? Two sticks of...(explodes)...Dynamite?
Winnie: Oh, doggone rainshower. Makes navigation almost impossible.
(Winnie and her broom fall from the sky and the broom hits the mayor on the head)
Winnie: Oops! Sorry to drop in on you like this. Is there anything I can do to help?
Mayor: As a matter of fact, there is. I hereby appoint you sheriff of this territory. See you after Brushface Burns leaves town. (he runs off)
Winnie: Oh, pardon me sir. Are you Brushface Burns
Brushface: Yeah. Who are you?
Winnie: Oh, I'm Winnie, the new sheriff.
Brushface: A female type gal for sheriff? (laughs) That's very funny. Outta my way, gal! I gotta bank to rob!
Brushface: Alright, everybody! Reach for the rafters, this is a stick-up!
Brushface: (laughs and walks out with money he stole from the bank) Now that's what I call an open and closed account.