The old bastard always had thought he was a wit.

"I only wish we had some idea what the bastard is thinking about right now."

Who did that bastard think he was, walking out on me?

The bastard must have thought Sam was me when he shot.

Let the bastard think the crack on the head still had him out cold.

"The poor bastard probably thought he'd live to see the stars and stripes fly again one day."

Did the silly bastard actually think I was going to shoot him?

The old bastard thought he owned me, but I was too smart for him.

And his question now was, did the bastards think they had succeeded?

Well, if that bastard thought he'd frightened him off, he had to think again.