Chemist: Eighteen and six tenths grains. Eh, Mr. Paladin! Eh, you won't reconsider changing the ratio of carbon to nitrocellulose, by just a pinch?
Paladin: No! Took me eight months to work out that formula.
Chemist: Your usual amount, Mr. Paladin?
Paladin: That's right.
Chemist: That will be four dollars a dozen.
Paladin: The usual guarantee.
Chemist: Underwritten by Lloyds of London. If this powder explodes in your hands--ten thousand dollars for the loss of each limb and fifteen thousand for the loss of your eyesight, heh, heh. Of course, you don't stand a chance of, uh, cashing in. As long as you don't overload the cartridges. this powder is as stable as the Rock of Gibraltar.