When a man with a singsong voice tells me to fuck off, it ALWAYS concerns me, boyo.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

It ain't no secret I didn't get these scars falling over in church.

"Yeah, see I'll tell you what the alternative is. It's not that complicated. It's about one man and this gun versus another man. Sure, civilization may be dull, but the alternative, Mr. Marston, is hell."