(A gunman comes into the Saloon since Jimmy's not coming outside to face him).
Gunman: What's the matter with you, Hickok? You deaf?
Hickock: Nope. Just hungry.
Gunman: I thought chickens only ate feed. *bok bok bok bok bok*
Hickock: That's really funny, now. If you don't mind... I'd appreciate it if you left.
(Jimmy picks up his bottle of sarsaparilla and the man shoots it into pieces).
Gunman: Now, we can do our business in the street or right here. Makes no difference to me.
(Jimmy drops what's left of the bottle to the counter).
Jimmy: I'll be right out.