I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
I like the way you die, boy.
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?