- Cassidy: [talking agitatedly about a conspiracy theory involving baby foreskin] Skin grafts. Skin grafts. We know they are putting foreskin in skin grafts. It was on the Oprah Winfrey Show. And they are putting it into the face creams you all use, the girls.
- Tulip O'Hare: Hold up. They do not put foreskins in face creams.
- Cassidy: Yes, they do. It helps bloody collagen or something like that.
- Tulip O'Hare: Cassidy, that is a lie. You'd feel those itty-bitty foreskins on you.
- Cassidy: What you feel is smoother, younger-seeming skin. See? And that's how they hook you. Just gotta think about it.
- Jesse Custer: [looks at Tulip] You do have nice skin.
- Tulip O'Hare: Shut up.
- Tulip O'Hare: Why would anybody want to shoot at us?
- Cassidy: Have you not been paying attention? Your boyfriend's got a bloody superpower. There's all kinds of folks gonna be coming out after that.
- Tulip O'Hare: Superpower? Please! No offense to our superhero and his superpower, but maybe we just showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time. We're in Texas, they pretty much grow dumbass crazy here.
- Tulip O'Hare: Can I ask a question that is not about the dog and the different rooms?
- Jesse Custer: She wants to know about the girl.
- Preacher Mike: Well, parishioners need help with their urges... drugs, sex, Twitter... they come to me.
- Tulip O'Hare: So someone comes to you for help and you put them in a cage?
- Preacher Mike: A covered cage. That's right. To curb their urges.
- Tulip O'Hare: Am I the only one here who thinks that's, like, psychotic?
- Cassidy: No, I was wondering the exact same thing. Why not just lock her in a cellar? You could chain her to the bloody wall or something like that.
- Ashleigh: [calling through the door] Can I just have my phone for five minutes, please? Just to post something on Instagram.
- Preacher Mike: Just say your prayers like I told you. No one wants to see photos of a sick girl in a dark cage.
- Cassidy: I think you'd be surprised, actually, mate.
- Preacher Mike: You know, when I was a young man, studying in Mesopotamia, I came across a map that claimed to foretell the Almighty's whereabouts if He ever walked the Earth.
- Tulip O'Hare: Mesopotamia? Where's that?
- Cassidy: I don't know, but it sounds like just the thing, doesn't it?
- Preacher Mike: Are you kids high right now?
- Tulip O'Hare: No.
- Cassidy: Not in a covered-cage kind of a way, we're not.
- Preacher Mike: I said no. And I've said it about every which way I can think of. Look, I'm sorry. I know you had your hopes up. But that's why there's whiskey.
- Jesse Custer: But something you've read, something in your library?
- Preacher Mike: No.
- Jesse Custer: Nothing in all these books?
- Preacher Mike: Books? You call Heaven on an angel phone to discover God's gone to roam the Earth. What book is that exactly?
- Preacher Mike: You broke my door and my dog. What the hell else do you want?
- The Saint of Killers: Preacher.
- Preacher Mike: I'm the only preacher here. There's whiskey. Sit.
- The Saint of Killers: Where is he?
- Preacher Mike: He cut out for Dodge City first light... Join up with Wyatt Earp.
- The Saint of Killers: Where is he?
- Preacher Mike: Georgia. Midnight train.
- The Saint of Killers: Where is he?
- Preacher Mike: He's on his way to San Anton to cornhole your mother, the whore.
- The Saint of Killers: You know who I am?
- Preacher Mike: You're the, uh... yeah, I've heard about you.
- The Saint of Killers: So, you know I can make you tell me? And you know that knife that you're holding in your hand won't stop me asking.
- Preacher Mike: No, but it'll stop me from saying.