From The Wild Bunch
] "Silver rings", your butt! Them's washers! Damn!
Washers. Washers. We shot our way out of that town for a dollar's worth of steel holes!
They set it up.
"They"? Who in the hell is "they?"
] "They"? Why, they is the plain and fancy they, that's who "they" is! Caught you, didn't they? Tied a tin can to your tail. Led you in and waltzed you out again. Oh my, what a bunch! Big tough ones, hunh? Here you are with a handful of holes, a thumb up your ass, and a big grin to pass the time of day with. They? Who the hell is "they?"