- Sam Hawken: [enters the tavern with an armful of pelts and approaches the bar] I'll, uh, bargain with you on those skins - after a drink.
- Cincinnatus: Alright, sir. What'll it be?
- Sam Hawken: Friend - something with the kick of a mule - the bellow of a volcano - and the smell of buffalo hide.
- Cincinnatus: I think I got just the thing for ya.