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: Don't blame me, blame it on the bossa nova.
: I just killed my wife. Is that bad? Leland
: Hey, these things happen.
: Kill them all. Let God sort them out.
: Oh. You know, there are days I really hate this job. This is not my best work, not by a long shot. Oh, sure, a few murders and a couple of rather lovely explosions. I would hardly call it a rousing success, but what the hell? I'll be back. In the meantime, you and Polly, you are two terrific kids, and you'll marry her. Trust me. She's a lovely girl, Alan. You'll have a wonderful family. Oh, by the way, give my regards to your grandson. Bob will be his name, International Trade his game. I'll see him in Jakarta, 2053. August 14th. 10a.m. A nice, sunny day. We'll make headlines.
: If it's too hot in here, Mr. Jewett, just say the word. I'm afraid I have a tendency to turn up the heat.
: I've always enjoyed ladies who take great pride in themselves.
: When I started out I was just a peddler moving across the blind face of a distant land. Moving, always moving. Always gone... and in the end I'd always offer weapons. And they'd always take them. Of course I was gone before they realized what they'd purchased.
: Don't be afraid of it, Hugh. Guns don't kill people. People kill people.
: The young carpenter from Nazareth? I know him well. Promising young man. He died badly.
: Oh yes, we're having fun now.
: SHOOT THEM!
[Alan Pangborn fires his pistol in the air instead
] Leland Gaunt
: OH YOU WUSSY!