 I'm gonna make a wallet out of them. That's what I thought you'd say. Dirty, side-winding, no-account, claim-jumping. You struck it rich, didn't you? No. You hit the mother, though. No. You found some gold, Doc. No. You're holding out on me. No. That's the reason you need the wallet. No, I ain't either. I ain't found no Docs. I ain't, I swear.