The Stranger:
No way out of town. No one coming to help.
Jake Oleson:
Shut up.
Helen Munson:
Ignore him, Jake.
The Stranger:
You can feel it. That cold ain't the weather. That's death approaching. Who do you think they're gonna take first? The girl, who thinks a gun will help her? The kid, sheriff's kid? Or the old gal?
Jake Oleson:
Shut up!
[Jake throws a board game piece at the Stranger]
The Stranger:
Oh... yeah... thank you, for the plastique. I can snap that apart and pick the lock.
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