Character: Baby

Dad.. a dog will not?..

- You know perfectly well that for any treasures in the world we would not have agreed to break up with you!
Even for a hundred thousand Milen?
Even a hundred thousand million.
- I mean I don't come cheap...

- Well, you think about it, what would happen if you fell off the roof, huh? Okay?
No.
- Well, what would happen if we lost you...?..

- Go for a walk on the roofs!
- Why?
- Well why? To seek adventure!

- Do you have any medication?
- Well, what, what drugs you took everything with them!
- Is it helps?!

- Then we're wasting our time, boy. I think I'll stay a good Samaritan. Where's the cheapest revolvers? Not with Windows, I mean the most pathetic trunk in this miserable store?
- Okay, five dollars.
- Sold! What are you doing? The preacher keeps the Lord himself, he needs only one bullet. Only one. Otherwise he will shoot the whole city just to get away from here.
- Revolver, despite the shabby appearance, it shoots accurately, otherwise I wouldn't have to sell it. And a cartridge with a larger measure of gunpowder, the barrel inside is clean as a Bridal veil. Get any Buffalo with one shot.

- I only hurt you, baby.
How generous of you. Bang! Damn, I'm fast. Have you ever saw how I made it? So, Mr. Swedish champion, are you finished? Or rise, we'll continue.
- I give up! Yes.
Is am I fast or Sweden is so small? Tell me.

- Good morning. Want to have Breakfast, or repeat what we had last night? Yesterday, you just became the winner in competition : Who can drink the most whiskey. And then I sort of won you in poker.
- Oh my God! The last thing I remember yesterday, it's like you passed out behind the saloon. Look, why don't we just keep planning our wedding. Okay? As tough as you sleep?
Okay, okay. I don't sleep on this steal.

I give three thousand dollars in four States. Seventy-five offenses and no convictions. My name is Fino. But everyone calls me Baby. I'm so fast. I can Wake up with the first ray of sunshine to Rob two banks, a train and a stagecoach. With one hundred meters to shoot the pow feathers from a duck's ass and return to your bed before you Wake up. Well?
Congratulations. Excellent...
- Conrad, the bartender says you drink lemonade, I guess, want to die young?
- Now you want.

- I'll deal with you bare hands.
- You have a gun, I have a gun. We aim, we shoot, you die. Okay, then you will understand

- Say uncle: starsthe.
- I'll tell him die!

- But we didn't know.
- What do you know? You had hoped!.. With all his strength.

If I really stand a hundred thousand million, can't I just have a little bit of cash... so I could buy a little puppy?

- There still remains a little bit of jam?
- No, jam is not!
- What, no jam? M-m droplets?
- No.
- Sorry.