Eddie Dane: How'd you get the fat lip? Tom Reagan: Old war wound. Acts up around morons.
Miller's CrossingVerna: You think you've raised hell. Tom Reagan: Sister, when I've raised hell, you'll know it!
Miller's CrossingTom Reagan: Tell Lazarre no hard feelings. Lazarre's Messenger: Jesus Tom, he knows.
Miller's CrossingTony: No small talk, huh? They shoot your horse? Tom Reagan: If there's any justice...
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