[He flashes his teeth, eyes sinking to the counter as he laughs defeatedly.]

No. No, not at all. They said a lotta big words, but it didn't mean so much to me. Not at the time, you know? I heard what I wanted to hear, and so I told myself, "Tuco, you begin saying no now, you may as well start digging your own grave."

[He spreads his hands, looking ever so slightly sheepish.]

Maybe next time, I think before I jump, hah?

[A beat. Unless Boone is hiding another pair of eyes under there, Tuco figures it's safe to assume he's human. The accent hints at somewhere a little closer to home, too.]

Tell me, friend: what year are you from?