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Reverend Phillip Shooter:
Stop! Stop this, please! Let us stop this mindless violence! Nicholas my son, you may not be a man of God, but surely you are a man of peace.

Nicholas Angel:
I may not be a man of god, Reverend, but I know right, and I know wrong, and I have the good grace to know which is which.

Reverend Phillip Shooter:
Oh... f*** off, grasshopper! [produces two derringers from his robe sleeves and shoots Nicholas]

Danny Butterman:
NO! [shoots the Reverend in the shoulder]

Reverend Phillip Shooter:
AAAH! [falls to the ground] Jesus Christ!

Danny Butterman:
NICHOLAS! NICHOLAS! [Nicholas looks up at him; his stab vest stopped the small-caliber bullets] I thought you was a goner.

Dr. Hatcher:
DROP YOUR WEAPONS!

Danny Butterman:
Doctor Hatcher, no!

Dr. Hatcher:
Shut up, Danny! I brought you into this world, I think its rather fitting that I should be the one to take you out of it. You and your interfering little friend. Now... drop 'em.

[Danny throws his shotgun to the ground and it fires, blowing off Hatcher's toes on his right foot, Hatcher screams and falls to the ground]

Nicholas Angel:
You're a doctor. Deal with it.

Danny Butterman:
Yeah, motherf***er.

Nicholas Angel:
Danny, let's roll.

Danny Butterman:
What you thinking?

Nicholas Angel:
Pub?