Mariner:
I want the girl.
Deacon:
You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you. You are a total freaking retard! Ha-ha-ha...
Mariner:
I want the girl. That's all.
Deacon:
Well, what on this screwed-up earth of ours makes you think you're gonna get her?
[the Mariner takes a flare from his belt, and holds it over a hole leading down to the Deez's fuel hold]
Mariner:
You know what this is. I drop it, you burn.
Doctor:
We all burn...
Deacon:
Now-now-now, let's not do anything rash here. I mean, are you sure this kid is worth it? I mean, she never does stop talking, she never shuts up!
Mariner:
I noticed.
Deacon:
So what is it, then? It's the map.
Mariner:
She's my friend.
Deacon:
Golly gee, a single tear rolls down my cheek. You're gonna die for your friend.
Mariner:
If it comes to that.
[He ignites the flare, and holds it over the hole again]
Nord:
He's bluffing! I'll kill him.
Enola:
He's not bluffing, he never bluffs.
Deacon:
SHUT UP!
[to the Mariner]
Deacon:
I-I-I-I-I don't think you're gonna drop that torch, my friend.
Mariner:
Why not?
Deacon:
Because you're not crazy.
[the Mariner smiles, lifts his hand, and drops the flare down the hole]
Deacon:
NO-O-O-O-O!
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