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Big Ed: We gotta blow outta here. Cotton: Cody calls chargin' roadblocks 'unscientific.' Big Ed: It ain't safe havin' a crackpot givin' orders. About time somebody took over. Cotton: Who, for instance? Big Ed: A very good friend of mine. Me. Cotton: Where d'ya want the body sent?

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Ma Jarrett: [about Cody's headaches] It's these mountains, Cody. It's not good for ya. Cold all the time. Can't breathe air. Let's get out, Son. Cody: I'm all right now. Ma Jarrett: Is it going? Cody: Yeah. Ma Jarrett: Are you sure? Cody: Yeah....it's like having a red hot buzz-saw inside my head. Ma Jarrett: [stopping him from walking out] No, not yet, Son. Don't let 'em see you like that. Might give some of 'em ideas. Cody: [sitting in his mother's lap] You're always thinkin' about your Cody, aren't ya? Ma Jarrett: That's right. [She rises and pours him a drink of whiskey] Top of the world, Son. Cody: Don't know what I'd do without ya, Ma. [He downs the drink] Ma: Better? Cody: Oh yeah. Ma: Now go on out. Show 'em you're all right.

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Verna: Why don't ya keep it all?...Why don't ya? We could travel, buy things. That's what money's for. I'd look good in a mink coat, honey. Cody: You'd look good in a shower curtain.

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Cody: The T-men have tied him in with us on the tunnel job...I dunno how they did it. Somebody must have tipped 'em. Verna: There's always somebody tipped 'em. Never the cops are smart. Cody: [about his Ma leaving] We have enough food in the house for a week. What did she have to go out for? Verna: You like strawberries, don't ya? Well, she just had to get some for her boy.

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Verna: [hiding out at a drive-in movie] This is great, but where do we go after the second feature? Cody: You're staying put. I'm the only one goin' anyplace. Ma Jarrett: Where, Cody? Cody: To give myself up. Ma Jarrett: What are you talking about? You haven't a chance. Four dead - it'll be the gas chamber for sure. Cody: You don't think I'm dumb enough to give myself up to the T-men, do ya? Verna: What's the difference? You walk into the cops and they turn ya over. Cody: I pulled that Springfield heist - not Scratch Morton. I'm goin' up to Illinois and take a state rap. I'll get two years at the most...I couldn't be in both places at once, could I? Little thing I cooked up before we pulled the tunnel job. Ma Jarrett: You're the smartest there is, Cody. Verna: Sure it's smart, but what about me? What do I do for the next two years? Ma Jarrett: Same as ya did before he married you. Cody: You better not, baby. I'll be back. Verna: I'll be waiting for you, honey. You can trust me.

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Fallon: You put it on a pole, wind a spool of silk thread around it, and you hold the pole over the water. Then you sit under a nice shady tree and relax. After a while, a hungry fish comes along, takes a nip at your hook, and you've got dinner. For the next two weeks, I'm not gonna think about anything except the eternal struggle between man and the fish. I've been promised a vacation. You remember? Evans: Sorry, Hank, that's out. Fallon: Look at me. College degree, lovable personality, and I spend most of my time in prison, an undercover specialist. Eight sentences in five years! ...Sing-Sing, Leavenworth. I joined the Department to put criminals behind bars - and here I am, stir crazy!

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