You hate that ying-yang? Who?

Neidermeyer. You hate his guts, right?

I guess so. You guess so?

Yes, I hate him. I hate his guts. Good. We have an old saying in Delta:

Don't get mad. Get even.

[Whispering] Now what we're gonna do is...

[Horse Whinnying]

Nice horsey. Good. Come on. Let's go. Let's go!

Whew. Hey, he's in there.

Oh, boy, is this great!

Now finish it, Flounder. Are you kidding?

I never shot anything before in my life!

I thought you hated Neidermeyer's guts. I do.

And what about that horse? Is there anything in the world...

you hate as much as that horse?

Get it over with, Kent.

[Click]

Just blanks, right? Right.

[Whinnying]

[Whinnying]

[Whinnying Continues]

[Bellowing]

[Thud]

Well, come on!

Holy shit!

There were blanks in that gun. I didn't even point the gun at him.

Holy shit! There were blanks in that gun!

Maybe he had a heart attack. Holy shit!