Christopher: See y'all real soon. Got any gems? Them jewels make me drools! Happy trails!
Johnson: It sounds like a cat having sex with a harmonica. And not the consensual kind.
Garcia: Hey, every demon has the right to pick the music for his own funeral.
Johnson: Okay. The excrement is really hitting the proverbial fan here, G! I'm what you might call "concerned."
Garcia: Me too! Concerned this kill's gonna be over too quickly.
Johnson: Might I suggest we not just stand here?
Garcia: Before you die, demon scum, I will carve my name into your flesh. That name is Garcia Hotspur, hunter of demons, and slayer of cabrons like you!