“I mean, not at me, but at a package of fish? Sure.”
“I don’t want to brag, but I once had five leches.”
“Which will totally be my luchador name: El Leche.”
“El Leche del Diablo!”
“The Devil’s Milk?”
“Rum?”
“But I didn’t bring our sheets.”
“That’s never stopped you before!”
“John, we’re going to leave this entirely up to you.”
“Oh, that’s a bad decision.”
“When you’re a death metal band, you name yourself after a flower, obviously.”
“Don’t worry about a good story. As long as there’s leches and beer, everybody’s happy.”
“End this cake for me. End it.”
“Did you say, ‘The Lord loves a banging’?”
“No, I said, ‘The Lord loves a hanging…'”
“That… came out dirtier than I intended.”
“Don’t most things?”
“I don’t feel so much like I’m playing this game as I’m watching it…”
“You’re the law! Why are you panicking people, anyway?”
“Uh, hello? Police state?”
“So you have a deputy-sense?”
“I shouldn’t be so amused by that dynamite bouncing around…”
“And I know Jason is the scoundrel…”
“There’s no scoundrel in this game!”
“He had been gutted like a Christmas ham.”
“Sarah can have my spankings.”
“Ugh. You know what, you can leave me out of this whole… scene…”
“Oh no. I dropped my badge.”
“You’re not sheriff any more!”
“Okay, discard one of those two at random.”
“OK, I discard a Bang!” [They were both Bang!s]
“Because you’re a bad sheriff and your horse rode away with your gun…”
“Beginning?! I don’t think you’re cut out for this line of work!”
“‘Draw!’ ‘Nope!'”
“Kacey’s obviously a miscreant of some kind. And he’s got a card that makes him a bad guy, too.”
“It looks almost as good on you as it does on my three year old son.”
“One, can you watch my fish, and two, if not, can I hide in your apartment for two weeks?”
“The one I suspect of being a deputy after I shot him two times…”
“Even the sheriff wants to chuck the dynamite!”