Pik van Cleef: Randal, Randal, Randal. You were going to leave without saying goodbye, huh?
Randal Poe: My momma got sick in Biloxi. I was gonna call you, Mr. Van Cleef.
Pik van Cleef: Of course you were, Randal. Of course you were. I know you didn't mean to... hurt... my feelings.
Pik van Cleef: It appears your trophy is ripping us a new orifice.
Emil Fouchon: Let me review the tactical situation for you, gentlemen. Boudreaux is wounded. He's been pursued and harried across miles of open country. Now he's cornered and outnumbered 20 to 1. He's an annoying little fucking insect and I want him stepped on hard.
Pik van Cleef: Randal, I come back here, I cut me a steak.
