“At 1:37 P.M. mountain time, Tierney climbed into the shotgun seat of the cruiser and said, ‘How fast does this go?’ ‘Sir! This vehicle will go one hundred and thirty miles an hour and I am a Mormon sir and I am not afraid to drive it at that speed sir because I am confident that I will avoid hell. Sir!”

“Yes sir boss. Like the drink, only not spelled the same.”

“I know what is going on," said Sir. "I am the Boss! Of course I know!”

“No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.”

“Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.I will have vengenance.I will have salvation.Who sir, you sir?No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.You sir! Anybody!Gentlemen now don't be shy!Not one man, no, nor ten men.Nor a hundred can assuage me.I will have you!And I will get him back even as he gloatsIn the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.And my Lucy lies in ashesAnd I'll never see my girl again.But the work waits!I'm alive at last!And I'm full of joy!”

“I am no coward sir! I shall stand and fight!""Well, I am," said Sal. "So can we go... please?”

“I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.”