CHESTER AND DOC ARE IN A HEATED DEBATE.

I say she would.

I say she wouldn't!

Well, I once heard her tell a customer that she wished he would bring her a new dress. If that wasn't not a blatant hint, I'll give it up!

You fool! There's a difference between a business expense and a not-so-veiled hint to barter.

(beat)

Chester? I thought you had more on the ball than this.

Doc, are you calling me dumb? Cause if you are, I don't take too kindly to that kind of talk.

Not only do I think you're a boob but I think you're a gimp boob!

That's it! Them is fighting words!

Them is fighting words? Chester, settle down. Let's continue to debate, western style, Miss Kitty's business practices. What say?

Doc, you old coot! You were just getting me riled up! I ought to pop you for that.

But you won't, will you? No, you're too much of an icon of this western melodrama to get bounced for assaulting a physician, right?

Doc, you're quick. I'll have to give it to you.