The Preacher:
Nothing like a good piece of hickory.
Coy LaHood:
Sacramento ain't worth moose piss.
Coy LaHood:
Do you imbibe?
The Preacher:
Only after nine in the morning.
Megan Wheeler:
Preacher? Preacher? We love you Preacher... I love you!... Good-bye!
The Preacher:
Well, if you're waitin' for a woman to make up her mind, you may have a a long wait.
The Preacher:
Meantime, why don't you put me to work?
Hull Barret:
Oh no, I couldn't ask you to, uh... Well, I mean, ya know - maybe if there was somethin' spiritual.
The Preacher:
Well, that Spirit ain't worth spit without a little exercise. Now you tell me where.
[
Preacher has just hit Club in the groin with a sledgehammer - Josh LaHood looks at Club when he gets back up on his horse and they start to ride away]
Josh LaHood:
You think you can make it?
Club:
Ice!... Ice!
Teddy Conway:
Where are you going Mr Hull?
Hull Barret:
I'm going into town
Teddy Conway:
Ain't that kinda dumb after what happened last time?
Eddie Conway:
It was him. Him and his men. They shot him. Forever. The bullets kept hitting him. Forever.
Sarah Wheeler:
Who are you? Who are you... really?
The Preacher:
Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?
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