Dude: I quit, John. I quit.
John T. Chance: All right, quit. Nobody's trying to stop you. You wanna quit, quit! Go back to the bottle, get drunk. One thing, though. The next time someone throws a dollar into a spittoon, don't expect me to do anything about it. Just get down on your knees and get it.
[Dude angrily backhands Chance]
Dude: I'm... sorry.
John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.