1900: Hey, Max, gimme a cigarette, will you?
Max: [bitterly] You're not handling this well.
1900: [calmly] Just gimme a cigarette.
Max: [matter of factly] You don't smoke. What is the matter with you? You could lick this guy with one hand, come on!
1900: [getting agitated] You gonna gimme a cigarette?
Max: [emphatically] We're gonna be chucking coal a couple a hundred years and all you can say is...
1900: Give me a *fucking* cigarette, will you?
[Max throws him a cigarette angrily]