Bliss Carter: A man like that ought to be skinned alive.
Fent Hartley: Why?
Bliss Carter: Well, you wouldn't understand how decent people feel.
Fent Hartley: Skinning a man's alive a decent feeling? I always thought killing did the job.
Bliss Carter: Well you should know about that. You killed your share.
Fent Hartley: Always when they were looking at me. I have my own ideas about decency.
Blinker: What you said about the odds wasn't seemly. You don't bet on a man's life.
Fent Hartley: Blinker, a man's life is at stake from the moment he draws his first breath until his last. Have a drink.
Blinker: I don't drink.
Fent Hartley: Your halo's too tight.
Blinker: You two make me sick. "The boy," "the kid." You make him sound like an innocent child instead of a murderer who took life in his hands.
Fent Hartley: I had an aunt used to talk like you do, Blinker. She cheated at solitaire.