Warden: Bridges, you Carlin boys, don't forget your tickets back to my little hotel
[throws their guns and gun belts on the ground]
Warden: Don't worry, they ain't loaded.
Stacey Bridges, Outlaw: What about our horses? We rode in here on three good animals.
Warden: What do you think you been eatin' the last six months.
[goes back in and closes the door]
Cole Carlin, Outlaw: Damn him! I didn't think I was eatin' my own horse! He's lying. That slop he fed us wasn't our horses. He stole 'em and sold 'em, that's what he done!
Stacey Bridges, Outlaw: Shut up!
[smiles]
Stacey Bridges, Outlaw: When we get to Lago, you can have the mayor's horse, fried or barbecued.