Laura: Oh! You cowards! Somebody let me free! Oh! Oh mister, mister, please, you gotta cut me loose. Mister, mister, ple ... as. Leg: Shhhh. Roscol: Who's up for some barbecue!? (Burns down a house) Leg (killing Mickey): You've lost your edge. Leg (killing Duffly): It's getting hot./What a nasty burn! Wade: Leg, what an pleasant surprise! (Leg fires at him. Wade teleports to a house's roof) That wasn't very nice, Leg-0. Don't bet on makin' that again. Wade (Drinking his elixer.): Time for a little pick-me-up, I think. My boys will keep you busy. Leg: Never did like the mining. Leg: Well, madam.