Glenn: Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood. You're the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?
Rick Grimes: Wasn't my intention.
Glenn: Yeah, whatever. Yeehah. You're still a dumbass.
T-Dog: [into walkie-talkie] Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody read? I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice 'cause I'm sick and tired of hearing mine.
Merle Dixon: Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy.
T-Dog: Why don't you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe your headache will go away. Try some positivity for a change. Damn.
Morales: Hey T-Dog, how's that signal?
T-Dog: Like Dixon's brain: weak.