REVENUE. Why?
LUKE. I had to wait till he sobered up before I give him his ticker. I didn't feel like sendin' him to heaven drunk. He'd a found it awkward climbin' that golden ladder.
REVENUE. Thoughtful executioner.
LUKE. So you see mebbe you kin delay things a little by dallyin' with the licker.
REVENUE. [Picking up cup, getting it as far as his lips, slowly puts it down.] The price is too great.
LUKE. I'm mighty sorry you ain't Jim Dunn. But I reckon you ain't. You don't answer his likeness.
REVENUE. Who's Jim Dunn?
LUKE. You ought to know who Jim Dunn is. He's just about the worst one of your revenue critters that ever hit these parts. He's got four of the boys in jail. We got a little reception all ready for him. See that?
[Pointing to sketch on back wall.
REVENUE. [Looking at sketch.] Yes.