I'm not trying to say I'm better than you. Just that I unnerstand where you're comin' from, because that's where I was.

[He snorts some, then glances at him at the Goldie remark.]

Sounds almost like somethin' my Goldie would've ever done, if she'd ever had the chance. She only took so many potshots at me my feathers smelt of gunpowder for three months after, swindled me out of gold-laden land, made me lose a lucrative property deal, and...

[He trails off, mumbling something into another shot. He slammed that glass down himself.]

And o'course you already know she died. With her went the last one I knew from my past. End of an era.