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Violence makes violence, makes nothing much at all.
Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
When you hear the battle cry, I want y’all to race forward and try real hard not to get your p**ises shot off.
We are who we are, and that’s it, you know? Why waste another minute wishin’ we were different.
Today, we answer mankind’s most pressing question, namely… what the hell’s going on?
This guy. He screwed us. Carlos. We lost everything ’cause of him. Took two years to track him down. Now I have. Now I found him. All that’s left to do is go over there and get him, tie him to a table, cut his freakin’ balls off, and over and over, stab him in the face with a screwdriver.
Things will escalate. That’s what these things do, they escalate.
There’s no such thing as good guys, Jesse. There’s just guys.
No, Sheriff. I’m not an a**hole. I’m the a**hole.
I will make a deal with you. Cops find your body, I’ll make it look like a suicide. No reason for the whole town to know I beat you like a b**ch twice.
He’s a bloody preacher, for Christ’s sake. He’s a preacher, all right? You know, his job is to… is to, uh… To tell you the truth, I don’t… I don’t know exactly what his job is, but I know it’s not walking around, just casting judgement.
All right. Three possible explanations here for all of this. Number one: Terminator. Machine sent from the future to kill one of us. Number two: Terminator 2. Machine sent from the future to kill all three of us. Or number three, he’s Nazgûl, Fell Rider. Lord of the Rings, brilliant film.