Madam, I have never knowingly been a boor. A poltroon; a coward; a dry-gulchin', lyin', back-shootin', bottom-dealin', hell-bound, good-for-nothin', low-livin' bottom feeder who would sell his little sister into whoredom -- well, perhaps. But never knowingly a boor.

If you persist in calling me such things I must remind you that I am an equal-opportunity duelist.