Can you trust me to lead her that one step?
You can!" "If I went to her and told her how you boasted of having won her ?" "She wouldn't believe what you said about me if you swore it with both hands on the Bible.

Be wise, McTee.

Give up the game.

You've lost her, me boy! For every day that I work in the fireroom I'll come to her an' show her the palms of me bleedin' hands an' mention your name.

An' for every day I work in the hole the hate of you will burn blacker into her heart." "I'd rather have her hate than her pity." "You'll have both; her hate for torturin' Harrigan; her pity for lettin' the devil in you get the best of the man.