If there ain't no more cane on the Brazos, I'll leave and start over.

I'm not going to wait around until she comes 'round the mountain, or for the wagon either.

The next time I see my rival, I won't have a dagger in my hand. I'll stay back a hundred meters and nail him with a .30-06.

I'm going to break up with Lady Mondegreen.

I'll tell the next person who asks exactly what I saw at Killiecrankie!