- Taggart: Tobacco?
- Rummy Culbert: You got a professional nose, sir. Hundred and sixty pound of Negrohead I got there. Found it, washed up I did. And I says to Nan, that's my missus, oh, lovely lady she be, I says 'Nan, as a law-abiding man, I gotta turn this in'. 'No, no' says she, 'You do that, they think you smuggling again'. 'No, no' says I, 'That Mr. Taggart know I retired long ago. 'Sides, he know in his heart when a man do tell the truth and when he do lie, don't he?
- Taggart: He do indeed, Rummy.
- [turns to his men]
- Taggart: Take him away.
- Rummy Culbert: Don't tell me I misjudged you, sir?
- Taggart: Oh no, I think we know each other very well.
- Nan: [pleading for Rummy's freedom] Would you hasten his end, sir, he's desperate sick. Let him hear your cough, Rummy.
- [Rummy coughs desperately]
- Nan: That's the sound of a man with one foot in the grave. Have a listen to his chest.
- Taggart: Certainly not.
- Nan: Oh, t'is like the gurgling of a mill pond. The doctor said he had but three months to live. And that were two year ago. Oh, let him go, sir, so he can spend the rest of his days peacable in my arms.
- Reverend Leatherby: Can you obtain a suitable cart, Mr. Vincent?
- Jack Vincent: Me?
- Rummy Culbert: Well, you agreed to get it to Farnworth for me.
- Jack Vincent: Ah, but that was when I thought you were sick.
- Rummy Culbert: Sick? Damn you, a few minutes ago I was dead as a doornail. You can't get no sicker than that...