Bad Day at Black Rock1955

Coley:
I'm half-hoss, half-alligator. You mess with me and I'll kick a lung outta ya. Whaddya think of that?

Macreedy:
No comment.

Coley:
You know, talkin' to you is like pullin' teeth. You wear me out. You're a yellow-bellied Jap lover. Am I right or wrong?

Macreedy:
You're not only wrong - you're wrong at the top of your voice.

Coley:
You don't like my voice?

Macreedy:
[To Smith] I think your friend is trying to start trouble.

Smith:
Why ever would he want to do that?

Macreedy:
Well, I don't know. Maybe he thinks that if he needles me enough, I might crack. I might even fight back. And then either he or your other ape sittin' over there could beat me to death and cop a plea of self-defense.

Smith:
I don't think that'll be necessary. You're so scared now you'll probably drown in your own sweat.