I think I know where I can get my hands on some. Awaah... your brother won't never make...

Mace Bishop: [Mace has been trying to convince Dee to go straight and start a ranch with him in Montana. Dee has just said that money will be needed] I think I know where I can get my hands on some.
Pop Chaney: Awaah... your brother won't never make it. There's only one way for him, for me, for any of us.
Mace Bishop: What way is that Mr. Chaney?
Pop Chaney: [Waving his gun] This way. The way we know, the way we growed.
Mace Bishop: Well now that may be so for you, but for my brother it's different.
Pop Chaney: I don't care if he is your brother the son of a bitch... .
Mace Bishop: [Kicks the chair out from under Chaney, draws his revolver and points it at Chaney] Now... before you apologize, I'm going to tell you something Mr. Chaney. My brother and I are the sons of an honest dirt farmer. A man that slaved all his life from sunup to sundown and never took time except to deliver his own children and go to meetin' on Sunday. A man who died of old age at 45 and who never saw more than $10.00 at one time in his whole life. And we're the sons of a woman that married him for his goodness because she was good. And now you can apologize for slandering my family, Mr. Chaney or I'll blow your head off.
Pop Chaney: [Grins derisively at Mace, nobody else is laughing and Maria looks horrified] Awaah you ain't no killer, ain't got the stomach for it.
Mace Bishop: [Cocks the gun and screams...] Apologize!
Pop Chaney: I'm sorry Mr. Bishop. I didn't mean no harm.
Mace Bishop: I'm going outside, Dee, I'd appreciate it if you'd see I don't get shot in the back