Hi, Monsewer.

Monsewer... charge.

Charge, Monsewer!

Well, Monsewer.

Monsewer Paul Regret.

Well, I'm sorry, Monsewer.

You made it, Monsewer!

You're sort of forgetting, Monsewer.

Monsewer, you are a lulu.

This here says Monsewer Paul Regret.

Set that anvil up here, Monsewer.

Oh, this is Monsewer Paul Regret.

Oh, this is Monsewer Paul Regret, Bessie.

Monsewer, break open that false wagon bed.

Words. Monsewer, words are what men live by.

I wouldn't hold out too much hope, Monsewer.

We can jump those Comancheros... Monsewer, you've changed.

Monsewer, you may not live long enough to hang.

This is Monsewer Paul Regret. How do you do?

Monsewer, you haven't got the sense of a jack rabbit.

Well, now, Monsewer, that's something nobody ever accused me of being civilized.

I feel bad about it, Monsewer. If it was up to me, it'd be different.

I appreciate the honor, but I think we ought to name him Regret after Monsewer here.

If it wasn't for the Monsewer, our scalps'd be dangling from some Comanche tepee and this little tad'd never grow up to lie about Texas.