- Tin Can Wally: [the player shoots him] Ah... nice shooting kid.
- The Player: Ah hah... the gold!
- Tin Can Wally: My gun slinging days are over...
- [the player turns to leave]
- Tin Can Wally: Wait kid, don't go. I cannot take this secret to my grave... I am your father... urgh...
- [he dies]
- The Player: [not paying attention] Mmm... you know, it looks like it could rain.