Dad: Aw, son, they kill you. They shoot you to pieces.
Ray: Where is this?
Dad: I don't know. You were here first.

People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives man. Young, old, each one was so sure of their realness. That their sensory experience constituted a unique individual. Purpose, meaning. So certain that they were more than a biological puppet. Truth wills out, everybody sees once the strings are cut off all down.

Rust

What's it say about life hm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe, just to get through the goddamn day? Nah. What's that say about your reality Marty?

Rust

You know there was a time that men didn't air their bullshit to the world, you know it just wasn't a part of their job.

Martin

I was just a regular type dude, with a big ass dick.

Martin

That's one off the bucket list. A Mexican standoff with actual Mexicans.

Frank

This place is like someone's memory of a town, and the memory is fading.

Rust

Just gotta look a man in his eyes. It's all there. Everybody wears their hunger and their haunt you know? Just gotta be honest about what can go on up here. The locked room.

Rust

Marty: He ain't gonna talk with you.
Rust: I got a car battery and two jumpers cables that argue different.

Martin:You know the real difference between you and me?
Rust:Yup, denial.
Martin: The difference is that I know the difference between an idea and a fact. You are incapable of admitting doubt. Now that sounds like denial to me.
Rust: I doubt that.

What good is cake if you can't eat it?

Martin

My life's been a circle of violence and degradation, as long as I can remember. I'm ready to tie it off.

Rust