Saloon talk

The scene opens in a typical rowdy old west style saloon. The walls of the room are fairly dirty with various stains on them, combinations of drinks, blood and god knows what else. The floor is layered with a thin sprinkling of sawdust to hide such stains and maybe worse. Most of the tables are full with people drinking and talking loudly to be heard over everyone else. They are all ignoring the man sitting in the corner playing a lively tune on an old piano. Several dance hall girls circulate the room and a stereo typical barman stands at the bar cleaning an already clean glass with a dirty rag.
The camera pans left to show standing at the bar with whiskeys Frank and Jesse James.
They stop and look at the camera, then spitting baccy out into a spittoon with an audible TING address the viewers.

Jesse: Well god damn Frank if that weren't the most disappointing time ive had in ages.

Frank: You mean that match with them damn  sons of bitches?

Jesse: No Frank! The night after with their sisters

Both cowboys burst into fits of laughter. When they calm down Jesse continues

Jesse: But yeah Frank that match was damn shit as well. That big freak who was as strong as an ox and even dumber!

Frank: You mean the one with yella hair? And Yella clothes?
And a big yella streak down his back?

Jesse: That be them Frank, that be them.

Frank: Well we sure as hell aint standing for it are we ?

Jesse: Hell no brother! Them yellow bellied snakes in the grass. We got a message for ya. We coming for ya boys. We going rope throw and brand ya.

Frank: Hell yeah when a Vulgar Display of Power hits ya you'll look worse than that other runt who dint even have the balls to get in the ring.

Jesse: So whatta ya say boys?  Another ride on the bucking bronco?

(open to Fury/Topher)