Sawyer: I came by to thank you. You gonna ask what for?
Kate: What for?
Sawyer: For takin' that gun away from me.
Kate: I didn't take it away from you.
Sawyer: It's stickin' outta your denims, ain't it? (the Marshal is in the background moaning and screaming) I sure wouldn't wanna be the one with that gun right now. Everyone is sittin' out there listenin' to that poor boy scream all night, knows what's gotta be done and the only one that can do it, is the one with that gun. Don't act so surprised. I heard you tell the hero the same thing. Hell, there's only bullet left, it'd be damn near poetic.