Mister, you clearly don’t know where you are. Look around. There ain’t no higher-up around here to watch over you and your youngins. This here’s the paradise of the locust, the lizard, the snake. It’s the land of the blade and the rifle. It’s godless country. And the sooner you accept your inevitable demise, the longer you all are gonna live.
I know everything about you. How you feel. How you taste. How you smell. Hell, lady, I could find you in the dark.[to Mary Agnes]
There’s different sorts of men. Some don’t have the taste for a fight, but they can talk, they can reason. That’s almost as good. Then there’s some men who can only talk through their guns or their fists. There ain’t no reasoning with a man like that. A man like that comes at you, you best just be prepared to meet him.