You're a slick, cunning wolf, Zanti, but I finally got ya.
You forgot, Señor Sheriff, wolves run in packs. And mine is not far behind.
To Zanti after he shackles him to a bed frame: Reckon that'll hold ya.
I'm not so sure.
This is my business. I ain't never lost a prisoner yet.
Heh... You never had one to lose.