Coy LaHood: Preacher my name is Coy LaHood. The Preacher: I know. Coy LaHood: When I heard a Parsons had come to town, I had an image of a pale, scrawny, Bible-thumping Easterner with a linen hankerchief and bad lungs. The Preacher: That's me. Coy LaHood: Heh, heh... hardly. [hands him a drink] Coy LaHood: To your health sir.|