SILAS: You'll see.
SMITH: I am prepared to offer you—
SILAS: You're not prepared to offer me anything I'd consider alongside what I am considering. So—I wish you good luck in your business undertakings.
SMITH: Sorry—you won't let us try to help the town.
SILAS: Don't sit up nights worrying about my chokin' the town.
SMITH: We could make you a rich man, Mr Morton. Do you think what you have in mind will make you so much richer?
SILAS: Much richer.
SMITH: Well, good-bye. Good day, sir. Good day, ma'am.
SILAS: (following him to the door) Nice horse you've got.
SMITH: Yes, seems all right.