Randolph: You must have something special, that's why Willy didn't eat you up. Maybe high blood, medicine roots.
Jesse: No way.
Randolph: Then you're just one lucky little white boy, you like the sound of that better?
Glenn: It's pretty late, I think you should go up to bed, Son.
Jesse: I'm not your son.
Glenn: Yeah I know that.
Dwight Mercer: When are you gonna get it, huh? When are you gonna get it? Your mother isn't coming back. Forget about the day she dropped you on our doorstep? Forgot about that! Well I remember. She turned around and drove away! Didn't look around, didn't slow down, didn't even look in the rearview mirror! Does that sound like somebody's mama to you? You've got two people here who wanna be your friend. That's more than your mother ever was, and you could use a friend right now, son.
Jesse: So how much are they payin' you to be my jailer?
Glenn Greenwood: Jailer? Heh, well, I'm makin' such a great deal on you, you wouldn't believe it. You're a regular cash cow, kid. With that, plus $1,000,000, I could probably retire by the time I'm 300 years old.