This here cowboy life ain't whut it used'ta be, Dwight. Reg'lar folks're makin' all kind of sissy jokes and whutnot 'bout us lately. Don't I know it, Boss. Harlan and me can't even go into town no more with some kind'a smart remark. That settles it. I reckon we just have'ta find ourselves a brand new perfession, an' put all'a this foolishness behind us. Heck... whut else'd we do? I was thinkin' maybe pirates. I already got me a silk shirt with puffy sleeves and some velvet pantaloons. Likewise. I'll go git all them earrings and medallions outta the truck. You boys grab all'a my fancy scarves from the armoire.