LITTLE BILL: So, Bob? Boys, this here is English Bob.

ENGLISH BOB: Shit, with raw eggs.

LITTLE BILL: It's been a long time, Bob. Did you run out of Chinamen?

ENGLISH BOB: Little Bill. Well, I thought you was, um-- well, I thought that you were dead. I see you shaved your chin whiskers off.

LITTLE BILL: I was tasting the soup two hours after I ate it. [CHUCKLING]

ENGLISH BOB: Well, actually, what I heard was that you fell off your horse-- drunk, of course-- and that you broke your bloody neck.

LITTLE BILL: I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead, till I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska. Who's your friend?

ENGLISH BOB: WW Beauchamp.

WW BEAUCHAMP: Beauchamp.

ENGLISH BOB: This is Little Bill Daggett. And friends, of course.

WW BEAUCHAMP: Daggett! From you-- from you-- he's-- from Abolene?

ENGLISH BOB: In person.

LITTLE BILL: You work for the railroads, too, Mr. Beauchamp?

WW BEAUCHAMP: No. I write-- I write letters.

ENGLISH BOB: Books, Bill. Books. Actually, he's my biographer.

[CLICKING OF RIFLES BEING COCKED]

ENGLISH BOB: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Beauchamp.

WW BEAUCHAMP: It's only a book.

LITTLE BILL: A book, huh?