Borris: Well..I'll be damned! (Under his breath) Reminds me of my wife-
Whyld: What?-
Borris: Anyways! How about we go to Tammy and she can deal with...(gaster to the feathers) this
Borris: How about we do us both a (sneezes hard and sniffs)
Favor..
And I can handle those pesky feathers of yours..?
I feel like the saloons can help you.