Duke: Imagine us gettin' bushwhacked by Martin Onyx. It's practically an honor.
Flint: You take the honor. I'll take the rabbit.
Mayor: Welcome to Purgatory Wells, Mr. Onyx. Hotel takin' care of you all right?
Onyx: The lap of luxury.
Onyx: A man in my position has to live up to his reputation.
Flint: That might not prove easy.
Flint: (to Onyx) Remind me not to play poker against you. You're very good at runnin' out a bluff.
Onyx: Purgatory's a place where the damned get on last chance, isn't it?
Flint: It sure is.
Flint: Sometimes a man like Martin Onyx dies hard. Sometimes he doesn't die at all.