Mr. Destry, before we start drinking, I think you and me oughta come to an understanding.

Well, I'm all for folks understandin' each other. That's a mighty fine idea, Mr. Kent.

I'm glad you agree with me. So I'll start by telling you that I have a very peculiar hobby.

So have I. Mine's carvin' napkin rings. What's yours?

Mine's collectin' deputy sheriff's guns. [The saloon empties out] Whenever I meet a new deputy, I always ask him for his gun. And I ask 'em real nice.

Well, I'm sorry Mr. Kent, I'm afraid this here's one gun your collection's gonna be minus.

You mean I'm gonna have to take it?

If you can. Now hold on, hold on. Don't get excited here. I was just tryin' to tell ya that I ain't got any guns. You see, if I would have had a gun there, why, one of us might have got hurt - and it might have been me. I wouldn't like that, would I? [Kent laughs]

Tweet, tweet. I'm a canary. Where's my cage?

It's gettin' sunny. Where's my parasol?

Folks - seems like we got a deputy that knows what's good for him. If he don't carry a gun, he can't get into any trouble. And if anybody comes to you, you come to Uncle.

I'll remember that, Mr. Kent.

What'll you have, deputy? [They turn and face the bar]

Milk?

Yeah, I think I will.

[hands Destry a broom and a wooden bucket full of water]

I can see now how you cleaned up Tombstone. You can start right here - and don't forget the corners.