- Willy: [points his rifle at Dobson] Think about it, boy! I got hollow-points in this thing. It don't matter where one of 'em goes in, it leaves a hell of a mess comin' out.
- Dobson: [panting, out of breath] What are you stopping for?
- Banks: I'm thinkin', big man, I'm thinkin'.
- Dobson: We ain't got time for that! We gotta put some space between us and that old man!
- Doug: [warily] How long did you say this hike is again?
- Cindy: About five miles.
- [laughing]
- Cindy: Don't worry, you could do it sitting down.
- Doug: I probably ought to. I'm a writer; I sit down a lot. Builds up the muscles in the old...
- [rubs his behind]
- Cindy: Never mind. Wouldn't want you to get a concussion.
- Banks: Five hundred dollars, whoa! I can practically feel that money burnin' a hole in my pocket right now!
- Dobson: Burnin', huh? Burnin' like you burnt that Mexican gal down there in Cortez?
- Banks: And who was it that lit a match... just like I did?
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