— Wheel never stops turnin', Badger.
— That only matters to the people on the rim.
— Captain, do you mind if I say grace?
— Only if you say it out loud.
— So, does it happen a lot? Government commandeering your ship... — telling you where to go?
— That's what governments are for-get in a man's way.
— If you take sexual advantage of her... you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters... and people who talk at the theater.
— What...? I am not... Preacher, you got a smutty mind.
— Perhaps l spoke out of turn.
— Per-maybe-haps, I'm thinking.
— I apologize. I'll make her up a room in the passenger dorm.
— Thank you.
— The special hell.
— You'd really lie with someone being paid for it?
— Well, it's not like anyone else is lining up to... you know, examine me.
— The girl is a witch.
— Yeah, but she's our witch.
— Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?
— No. But I'm thinking about growing a big, black moustache. I'm a traditionalist.
Now, these are my favorites. You're to keep them coming till there ain't no more to be had. I shoot, I run out, you hand me the next biggest one and so on.
She meant to pay you, she'd have haggled you down some.