Western Ways is one of the goals in Futurama: Worlds of Tomorrow during the Quick Draw event. It is the character goal of The Borax Kid.
- The Borax Kid finds a friendly card game.
- 150 100
Pardon me, Miss, but I'm new in town and I'm looking for a lovely lady like yourself to show a suave gambler like me the sights.
That's the worst pickup line I've ever heard!
Then could I interest you in a friendly game of poker?
Well, Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to call it a night. You've won all my money and my mint julep.
Come back anytime, Kid.
Oh, I'll be back -- just as soon as I raise another stake and learn your local poker rules.
Just remember, in Earth poker there's no such hand as a Borax flush.
- The Borax Kid makes detergent.
- 150 100
I need to work up a poker stake, and I'm told you might have an opening for an assistant.
Mm-hm. Got some terlets that need cleaning. You know what a Borax flush is?
I think I'm going to like it here.
Seems the phrase "Borax flush" has a couple different meanings on your planet.
Mm-hm. Did I just see you makin' your own detergent?
Yes sir. I'm composed of pure crystalline borate.
Hydrated or anhydrous?
Hydrated. Ten molecules of water for every molecule of borate.
Take your money and go!
- The Borax Kid requests a rematch.
- 150 100
Howdy, Miss Wong. I'm back for a rematch, and perhaps a quick snuggle.
I do admit you've got a roguish charm. If you're thinking about a quick roll in the hay--
I'm not that kind of rogue! I was just proposin' we sit on the sofa in your parlor and hold hands.
And then, of course, play a friendly game of poker.
Appears you cleaned me out again. I'm beginning to think you're a lowdown cheatin' polecat, Miss Wong.
Well, my dad owns a casino on Mars and I have a Masters' in applied math. So I'm pretty familiar with the law of averages.
The law of what now?
The law of averages. Federal Code Section 1788, paragraph B.
- The Borax Kid misses home.
- 300 200
I'm starting to feel a mite lonesome for Boronburg. Back on the Moon we don't have the law of averages.
Come to think of it, we don't have any law at all.
Well, don't give up on Earth yet. If you're homesick for lawlessness and gunfights, let's take a trip to Jersey.
So how did you like New Jersey? Did it make you forget about Boronburg?
Thanks kindly for trying, Mr. Fry, but New Jersey's no place for a man like me.
I belong back in my little mining town on the Moon, where the sky is big and airless and there's nothing but vast chemical-rich desert as far as you can see.
And yet you say New Jersey's no place for a man like you?