Chet:
You're stewed, buttwad!
Wyatt:
[
looks around; nervously] Me?
Chet:
Do you know what time it is?
Wyatt:
[
guessing] Two?
Chet:
Time to play the fiddler.
Wyatt:
I was kind-of counting on you to be human about this...
[
Chet grabs him by his lapels and shoves him hard against the wall]
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