I reckon my licker's got into my head, and what with the flood, and havin' so many to feed and look out for--" "So that's what's a-ranklin' in your heart, is it?
You want us to leave do you?
There's too many on us.

You want us to pack up and swim.

Is that it?
Come!" "Please be reasonable, Arkansas.

Now you know that I ain't the man to--" "Are you a threatenin' me?
Are you?
By George, the man don't live that can skeer me! Don't you try to come that game, my chicken--'cuz I can stand a good deal, but I won't stand that.

Come out from behind that bar till I clean you! You want to drive us out, do you, you sneakin' underhanded hound! Come out from behind that bar! I'll learn you to bully and badger and browbeat a gentleman that's forever trying to befriend you and keep you out of trouble!" "Please, Arkansas, please don't shoot! If there's got to be bloodshed--" "Do you hear that, gentlemen?
Do you hear him talk about bloodshed?
So it's blood you want, is it, you ravin' desperado! You'd made up your mind to murder somebody this mornin'-- I knowed it perfectly well.