“That’s a Smith & Wesson and you’ve had your six.”
“Six minutes and counting…”
“It’s all right. It’s quite all right, really. She’s having a rest. We’ll be going on soon. There’s no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.”
“You must be joking.”
“You forget to whom you’re speaking!”
“Mickey Mouse!”
“You have a good memory for faces.”
“ Would you like to check my figures? “
“I’d sooner stay in a morgue.”
“Very moving, Mr. Kidd.”
“Hey man, for twenty bucks I’d take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!”
“ How original. “
“Still, beats a bag of peanuts.”
“And a cello.”
“I haven’t given you a wedding present.”
“Heartless brute!”
“Are you calling me a horse’s arse?”
“Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, arse-covering prigs?”
“Nyet! The West is decadent and divided!”
“What are you going to ask for? Immunity? Permission to emigrate and enjoy the amenities of the West?”