A real gun-toting, sharpshooting fight to the finish.

I'm saving us from being the laughingstock of England.

The kinfolk said, Jeb, move away from there.

From now on, we is blood enemies to the death.

From now on, my longbow's going to do my talking.

We ain't got no silo for you to holler from.

Smoked some this morning when we flew in from England.

We's fixing to take stuff from the rich and give it to the poor.

I reckon you and Granny and Jethro is all a mite overwrought from our trip.

He wanted to stay and fight, but you snatched him from the castle and drove him out into the woods in shame.

Because of the death of your distant cousin, the late Marcus.

Of course!

Now, you get a good night's rest and all these crazy notions about the castle and feud and Robin Hood and all... From Jethro.

Oh, the shame of it!

Just the two of us?

Plenty of what?

The home of my noble ancestors.

Robbed of his birthright.

Of course I got feelings.

Home of Lord Lily Liver.