Red: Not everyone can be as fast as your mother Corbin, but that’s got nothing to do with gunplay.

Corbin: You no good son of a bitch!

Velma: That’s enough! Corbin, I know your mother, and I’ll tell you right now she’s no saint. And Red, the doctor’s been out of town for about a week now! No one believes you made an appointment! 

Red: It doesn’t matter. He knows my secret. I’m a coward. And since he’s the only one who knows, he has to die.

Velma:  But don’t you see? You’re both cowards! Corbin ain’t gonna tell a soul so long as you don’t. It’s what they call mutually assured destruction.

Corbin:  She’s right. I can’t tell people you’re a yellow-bellied lily-liver without you saying the same about me.

Red: And I can’t tell people you’re a thumbsucking bushwacker without you spilling the beans either.

Velma:  See? Ain't not reason to fight. Now let’s see about fixing you two some breakfast.