"[sucking blood off his fingers] It's finger-lickin' GOOD!"

"[after the bartender shoots Caleb] Hey! You look like forty miles of rough road! Why don't you sit this one out? I'll…"

"Howdy. I'm gonna separate your head from your shoulders. Hope you don't mind none."

"Hey, Caleb! I hate to be an Indian giver, I really do, but you disappointed me. Now you're gonna have to pay. First, …"

"Hey, Caleb! Fasten your fuckin' seatbelt!"

"You're not gonna look so good... with your face ripped off."

"Loy Colton: Caleb, those people back there, they wasn't normal. Normal folks, they don't spit out bullets when you sh…"

"Pray for daylight."

"The night has its price."

"I ain't a person anymore. I don't know what I am. I'm sick!"