- [Abdulla shoots a full clip from his Mauser into the wall of the steel crude-oil gasholder where Sukhov is hiding inside along with surviving Abdulla'a wives; none of the bullets can pierce the thick wall]
- Sukhov: Abdulla, save your ammo! Otherwise nothing might have been left to shoot yourself with!
- Vereschagin: [grief-laden after Abdulla killed Petrukha; climbs onboard a small trawler filled up with the loot pillaged by Abdulla and his pack] Look, Abdulla... Ain't you got too much merchandise? I take it all was duty-free?
- Abdulla: [at shore] But there is nobody in the Customs office! Would you like it - we can pay in gold?
- Vereschagin: You do know me, Abdulla: I don't accept graft - it is what is done to the Great State that insults me.
- Abdulla: [to one of his accomplices] Aristarkh, negotiate with the Customs!
- [Aristarkh and a few bandits start out menacingly toward the trawler and enter water to swim to it]
- Vereschagin: [from the distance] Long time no see, Abdulla!
- Abdulla: Long time...
- Vereschagin: Still on the road? Still shooting?
- Abdulla: Grown old, turned lazy. But remember me as I used to be?
- Vereschagin: Yeah, there've been times...
- [nodds toward a huge crude-oil gasholder which surface the bandits are covering with oil carried in buckets]
- Vereschagin: But what is that your men wanna do, not to set something on fire?
- Abdulla: Well, some dude got in and ain't wanna leave.
- Vereschagin: [approaches closely to the side of the gasholder and talks through the wall to Sukhov who is hiding inside with surviving Abdulla's wives] Feodor, is Petrukha inside with you?
- Sukhov: [from inside, plainly] Petrukha's been killed, Pavel Artem'ich... Stabbed by Abdulla.
- Abdulla: [to Pavel Vereschagin who wanders away grief-laden] Off you go, off you go! A good house, a good wife - what else does man need to enter old age?
- Sayid: [Sayid, chasing back the last unkilled of three unidentified bandits who attacked him, over the next dune bumps into the whole pack lead by Abdulla himself]
- Abdulla: [sincerely friendly and welcomingly] Why did you kill my men, Sayid? I sent them to tell you not to seek Dzhavdet in Dry Creek - he's not there. Come back to Pedjent! Your father was a friend of my father's! A journey is easier if you meet a good companion traveler!
- Sayid: [quietly disarms one of the Abdulla's bandits right in front of the whole pack who yet unaware of that] Don't tell anybody - better not...
- A bandit: [while Sukhov took a swim in the sea, two bandits stole his weapons and now they are trying to take him prisoner] Well, do you want to be finished outright, or would you like to be tortured?
- Sukhov: [unperturbed] I'd rather be tortured.