Red Dead Redemption2010

John Marston:
Where's the gun, Irish?

Irish:
I hear some miners been blabbin' about a machine gun they found. Apparently, they got it stashed up at Gaptooth Breach.

John Marston:
What do miners want with a machine gun?

Irish:
Shoot it at somebody, I suppose. Or sell it. I don't know, I never been down a mine in all me life.

John Marston:
Sounds real fishy to me, Irish. I've just about had it with you and your games. You and West Dickens are so crooked, you could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews.

Irish:
Maybe if you was more cordial with folks, they'd be better inclined to help you.

John Marston:
I saved your life and you repay me by lyin', and nearly getting me killed.

Irish:
Not far now, Johnny. We should go around the side of Gaptooth so the miners don't see us coming.

John Marston:
I still don't know what miners would want with a machine gun.

Irish:
Miners are always flighty bastards. Spend too long without daylight and doxies and it starts playin' with your mind.

John Marston:
I've never heard so much sh*t come out of one mouth.