Sara: Sober up! You sober up, you dirty bastard or I'll kill you! Sit up! Now, tell me when to hold my breath... Dear Mary, Mother of God, help this no-good atheist to shoot straight. Hogan: Hold your breath. Hogan: [after shooting straight at the dynamite] What did I tell you? Did I or did I not hear you call me a bastard? Sara: Well, I suppose whiskey can make a man hear anything. Dear Lord, forgive him for the impurity of his thoughts.|