Klondike1960

Michael Halliday:
Mr. Durain, you had Miss Goldie give me knockout drops. You've stolen all my money and you got your men to run me out of town. Now that's all straight forward and good business, but you went too far when you threw that foul-smellin' bottle into Miss O'Hara's hotel.

Jefferson Durain:
Why? I authorized my men to offer her a fair price for her hotel. She just wouldn't sell, that's all.

Michael Halliday:
Mr. Durain, would it do any good for me, to ask you to leave Miss O'Hara and her hotel alone?

Jefferson Durain:
No, you should have stopped with your watch.

Michael Halliday:
I regret that, Mr. Durain.

Jefferson Durain:
Yeah?

Michael Halliday:
When I was younger, I'd have come in here spoiling for a fight, thinkin' that a hard fist against a loose mouth would take care of what I was tryin' to do. And I'm still pretty young!

[tosses a glass bottle full of foul-smelling liquid in the air]

Michael Halliday:
How much gold do you take into this bar, Mr. Durain? Well, multiply that by the number of days it's going to take you to get rid of this lovely smell... and that's how much it's going to cost you every time you touch Miss O'Hara.

Jefferson Durain:
What do you want me to do?

Michael Halliday:
I want all these people here to hear you say that you'll leave Miss O'Hara and her hotel alone.

[tosses the bottle in the air]

Michael Halliday:
Now if there's still any doubt left in your mind...

Jefferson Durain:
No doubt.