"Why, no, Ryan, I never did.

Did you ?" "Naw.

I seen some made once, but I had too much of it inside me at the time to learn the receipt for it.

I'd rather steal it, if it's all the same to you, Mr.Nolan." His hand went up to the back of his head and moved forward, although there was no hat to push.

"I've lived honest all these years--an', dammit, it's kinda tough to break out with stealin I what yuh don't want! Couldn't we fill them bottles with somethin' that LOOKS like hootch?
Cold tea should get by, Mr.Nolan.
It'd be a fine joke on Smilin' Lou." "A good joke, maybe--but no evidence.