- Sentry: What's the world coming to, sir?
- Cullen Bohannan: The world ain't comin' to nothing, son. Same as it ever was.
- Cullen Bohannan: How come every time I turn around, we're knee-deep in my business?
- Elam Ferguson: 'Cause you're the boss, and I wanna keep my job.
- Cullen Bohannan: You have any idea what they took from me?
- Elam Ferguson: They ain't took nothin' from you that ain't been took from me.
- Reverend Cole: [Cullen drunkenly stumbles past Rev. Cole's church late at night] Mr. Bohannon, did the good Lord save you from hangin' so you could drown yourself in whiskey?
- Cullen Bohannan: It's a little late for proselytizin', ain't it, preacher?
- Reverend Cole: Y'know, you were right, y'know, you don't deserve forgiveness.
- Cullen Bohannan: [drunkenly laughing] Yeah.
- Reverend Cole: Well, neither did I. Yet I, I stand here, my wickedness washed away by the, by the blood of the Lamb.
- Cullen Bohannan: [stumbling away] The hell you know 'bout wickedness?
- Reverend Cole: You ever hear of Bleedin' Kansas?
- [Cullen stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly]
- Reverend Cole: Y'know, I rode with Martyr John Brown.
- Cullen Bohannan: John Brown was a cold-blooded killer.
- Reverend Cole: You in a position to throw stones on that account, Mr. Bohannon?
- [pause]
- Reverend Cole: That's right. 'Cause, y'know, one night... we authored the deaths of five men. Slave owners. We pulled them from their homes and butchered them with broadswords.
- [pause]
- Reverend Cole: Y'know, drunk as I was, I, I neglected to put an edge on, on my blade. It was hard work, brother, but I... I kept a-hackin'... and a-hackin'... and a-hackin' 'til I couldn't hack no more. Now THAT'S Bleedin' Kansas.
- Cullen Bohannan: W... why didn't you just shoot 'em?
- Reverend Cole: Ah... mercy of a bullet was somethin' they didn't deserve.
- Cullen Bohannan: Well, I owned slaves.
- Reverend Cole: Yeah, well, lucky for you, you weren't in Kansas that night.
- Cullen Bohannan: [Cullen chuckles humorlessly and staggers closer to Cole] No, preacher. That's lucky for YOU.
- [he takes a swig of whiskey]
- Reverend Cole: [grabbing Cullen's hand] No one deserves forgiveness, brother. That's the beauty of grace.
- Cullen Bohannan: [Cullen pulls away and turns to go] I thank you for the sermon... preacher.
- Reverend Cole: I used to be a lot like you, Cullen. Only difference was I had a cause. What is yours?
- Cullen Bohannan: [Cullen stops again] Yeah, John Brown's dead. That's right. Yeah, I believe we hung his sorry ass.
- [pause, then Cullen begins singing "Dixie" sarcastically; Cole walks away in disgust]
- Cullen Bohannan: "Wish I was in the land of cotton/Old times there are not forgotten/Look away... look away... look away... Dixieland..."