Rider: Now if I can just get you to take the package, I'll leave a note for your neighbor to come and collect it.
Neighbor (COCKS GUN): No you ain’t.
Rider (TO OTHER RIDER): This job is all right and everything. My real passion is knitting.
Cowboy: You’re not from around these parts, are ya mister?
Rider: Please. I’m just here for a quiet drink.
Cowboy (SUCKS TEETH): Well, it looks like you came to the wrong place.
Rider: I don’t want any trouble.
Cowboy: Well, you found it. I challenge you...to a square-dance off!
(GASPS FROM BAR)
Rider: (ENTERS BAR) Hi everyone, I’m looking for a Mr. Balls?
Cowboy: What’s his first name?
(RIDER LOOKS AT PACKAGE)
Rider: Stinky. Mr. Stinky Balls.
(COWBOYS ERUPT IN LAUGHTER, SHOOT GUNS)