Ain't no man alive that can whip me!
Poor Jane Russell. Edith Head puts her in a tacky, hackneyed red and black dress worn by all whorey types in westerns, and all she gets to do is bitch and moan about a dull guy with an awesome name: Johnny Reno. There's not even any snappy lines for her! The indignity! Plus, I'd like to know how bad this RG Springsteen was that I wondered when is this fight scene going to be over already!? 
