It's impossible.
It can't be. It's empty.
There's no water!
No water?! Then what the hell we been fightin' for?
Sir, you have defiled and desecrated the very sustenance of our livelihood!
Hey, I think that there fella in the pretty dress is the sheriff.
That's the same fella who gave us a prospecting permit?
A what?
Irrelevant! Obfuscation! You and your kin are under arrest for bank robbery, and the murder of our beloved financial adviser, Johannes Merrimack III, a.k.a. Fluffy Joe.
Sheriff, we didn't kill nobody. We done tunnelled into that vault, and there weren't nothing in it.
Someone done rob that bank before we robbed it.
Then where'd you get this here jug?
THEN WHY IN TARNATION DID YOU BRING IT HERE?! [whacks Ezekiel with his staff]
Hold on, hold on! You're saying this here jug was empty when you found it?
Uh, huh! That's right!
Eh, I don't believe a word of him.
Let's hang him, sheriff!
String 'em up!
Who would dump water in the desert?
Wouldn't be the first time.
It's a puzzle! It's like a big old mammogram!
What's goin' on, sheriff?
I don't know, but I'm gonna strip this mystery and expose its private parts. [to Balthazar] You and your kin are coming with me.
