Amigo:
Trench, he say Amigo should meet with you and ride out today. You're ready, yes?
Charlie Whitman: I ain't goin' till tomorrow... maybe not then, either.
Amigo: No, compadre. You're *going* today.
[Amigo kills Charlie]
Charlie Whitman: I ain't goin' till tomorrow... maybe not then, either.
Amigo: No, compadre. You're *going* today.
[Amigo kills Charlie]