I'm not going to kill you.

I've thought of a finer hell than death, and that is to live as you shall live.

I've beaten you, McGurk, beaten you fairly on the draw, and I've broken your heart by doing it.

The next time you face a man you'll begin to think--you'll begin to remember how one other man beat you at the draw.

And that wonder, McGurk, will make your hand freeze to your side, as you've made the hands of other men before me freeze.