Mister: You wanna live boy, you listen to me. You scream, I'll break your neck. They're dead! There's nothing to be done about it but kill that thing. Can you shoot? You shoot me I'll fuckin' kill you.
Martin: In desperate times, false gods abound. People put their faith in the loudest preacher and hope they're right. But sometimes they're wrong. Dead wrong.
Martin: We were all orphans. Just lookin' for something to hold on to.
Mister: Live free or die tryin'.