Bobby: You can't give up, son. Dean: You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes. (Bobby takes out a bullet) What is that? Bobby: That's the round I mean to put through my skull. Every morning, I look at it, and I think.. "Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!
Zachariah: All they care about upstairs, ain't it? Results, results, results. They don't know. They're not down on the ground, in the mud, nose to nose with all you pig-filthy humans. Am I right? Stuart: Absolutely - filthy what? Zachariah: I mean, whatever happened to personal loyalty? How long have I worked for these guys. Five millennia? Six? Stuart: Seems like it, doesn't it. Zachariah: Damn straight it does.