I told you to go away, Martins. This isn't Santa Fe. I'm not a sheriff and you aren't a cowboy. You've been blundering around with the worst bunch of racketeers in Vienna, your precious Harry's friends, and now you're wanted for murder.
Put down drunk and disorderly too.
I have. What’s the matter with your hand?
Parrot bit me.
Oh, stop behaving like a fool, Martins.
I’m only a little fool. I’m an amateur at it. You’re a professional. You’ve been shaking your cap and bells all over town.

