Radcliffe: Uh, your gun, please. We don't want the others to become suspicious.
Holliday: I'll put it inside my coat.
Radcliffe (Doc grabs gun before him): Please, Mr. Holliday.
Holliday: Offhand, I'd say I could draw and fire three shots through your liver before you fired once, Mr. Radcliffe.
Radcliffe (scoffs): You always were one for violence, weren't you, Doctor?