Hondo Lane: You baked today. Smell fresh bread on you. And top of that you smell all over like a woman, rich and warm and soft. I could find you in the dark Mrs. Lowe.
Dr Clayton Forrester: We prayed for a miracle.
Lancelot: Aye, it is the valley of death... the Devil himself has plowed it under.
Ernie Driscoll: There are worse things than murder. You can kill someone an inch at a time.