Oh, you bet yourself... she can cook frijoles... mmm... the * best* in the whole world!

Fiesta:

[goes over to woman snoring next to an open window, pushes her head rudely to wake her, closes window and shutter, annoyed]
Hey, hey... *down*. Snoring Woman on Train:
[raises shutter and window, answers angrily]
*I* want it up! Fiesta:
[slams window and shutter, yells]
Oh no, *down*! Snoring Woman on Train:
[Heaves up shutter and window, angry]
I said up! Fiesta:
[frustrated]
Now listen, lady... Snoring Woman on Train:
I want some fresh air! Mollie Monahan:
[arms akimbo, amused]
Sure an' you'll get it, right through your skull! The Indians relish shootin' at the lighted windows! Fiesta:
[woman looks terrified, closes window and shutter quickly]
Heh heh, that woman, she just like my wife I had in Omaha, the same. You know, my wife she so mean, she barks at the dogs! But me, well... you know what I do? Mollie Monahan:
[casually]
You married her. Fiesta:
Oh, you bet yourself... she can cook frijoles... mmm... the * best* in the whole world!