- Brad Hunter: Oh, you must be related to ol' Wyatt!
- Matthew Earp: Well, if I am I keep quiet about it. There's a terrible bungling, you know, Wyatt Earp. That fiasco at the O.K. Corral. All that shooting face to face when a good scattergun from ambush would have done the job much more efficiently.
- Brad Hunter: Is that your code - never give a sucker an even break?
- Matthew Earp: Only in his left forearm.
- Brad Hunter: You don't think this is the ramblings of a demented mind?
- Matthew Earp: Do you?
- Brad Hunter: No.
- Matthew Earp: Well, then let's start with three assumptions, shall we? That you are quite sane, that I know my job, and together we might come up with a logical answer.
- Brad Hunter: Would you like a drink, Mr. Earp?
- Matthew Earp: Thank you. Bourbon.
- Brad Hunter: Bourbon?
- Matthew Earp: I spent an awfully long time with the Americans. My palate has been educated - or corrupted - depending on your viewpoint.
- Brad Hunter: Well, an Englishman who appreciates bourbon; that's something.
- Sagar: How do you want this job done - rough or smooth?
- Charles Merrow: What's the difference?
- Sagar: Smooth is when we take him back after you're finished with him.
- Cleaner: Are you sure you're a policeman?
- Matthew Earp: Madam, you're here to look at my feet, the world weariness in my eyes, and the ten-pound note clutched in your hands.
- Cleaner: Doesn't seem right.
- Matthew Earp: I agree. The hairs on the back of my head tell me the same thing.