Holliday: Relax, Sprague, and join me in a little toast to underhandedness, the delay of progress and man's inhumanity to man.
Sprague: I never allow whiskey to interfere with business.
Holliday: You call this dirty little scheme of yours business?
Sprague: Now see here, Holliday, you were perfectly willing to take my money.
Holliday: I happened to need it.
Sprague: What I'm interested in is how you intend to earn your pay.
Holliday: The train will be delayed!
Holliday: How it's done will be my business.