The Preacher: Meantime, why don't you put me to work?
Hull Barret: Oh no, I couldn't ask you to, uh... Well, I mean, ya know - maybe if there was somethin' spiritual.
The Preacher: Well, that Spirit ain't worth spit without a little exercise. Now you tell me where.
Sarah Wheeler: Who are you? Who are you... really?
The Preacher: Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?