(Hank looks down at Jack's outstretched hand, and peers over to Eddy...)
Hank Gently: Easy, Eddy, easy, settle down boy - Ol' Jack jus' ain't been properly interduced to ya yet! (Grabbing and warmly shaking Jack's hand) Howdy there, Jack, Howdy! Ah'm Hank Gently, an' this here's mah bull Eddy. (Hank releases his grip on Jack's hand, and stares at it, then towards Eddy, then back towards the hand, as if waiting for Jack to extend the hand towards Eddy to shake... Jack senses the awkward moment, and slowly turns his hand and reaches towards Eddy's head, moving to pet the massive Hereford. Suddenly, Eddy lets out a loud, deep snort, and Jack's hand recoils as a panicked expression crosses his face.)
Hank (Lifting his own arms quickly towards Eddy, as if ready to hold him back): Oooh, no, Jack, Ah wouldn't go doin' that so soon - lil' too familiar fer Eddy. (Jack quickly regains his composure, and stands somewhat relaxed, trying his best to ignore the bull.)
Hank: Lemme tell you this, Jack Legacy... that yella-bellied coward, Jacks La Krox, has done run himself outta excuses - tonight, Ah'm gettin' him in mah kinda match - a Leather Strap match! Jus' like when Ah'm out on the ranch, russlin' up the herds, tonight, Ah'm gonna get tah hogtie me up a Frenchman - an' then Ah'm gonna ride outta town with mah new golden championship belt! Ah appreciate yer offer, Jack, Ah surely do - an' Ah feel it, Ah feel it in mah bones that one day, Jack Legacy, me an' you are gonna do some mighty big things together. Ah'm already blessed with Eddy in mah corner - if you think it looks like mah back needs watchin', yer jus' the hombre Ah want watchin' it! (A broad smile crosses Jack's face, Hank grabs hold of his hand once again, and as the pair shake hands and grin at eachother, the camera fades to black...)