Creely: I thought you'd never find me. You look different than the last time I saw you.
Seth: You killed two men in this town.
Creely: I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways.
Seth: Wanna try and end a third?
Creely: Let's say I'm familiar with my limits.
Seth: Your work in this town is done. You best leave while you can.
Creely: Or else what Preacher? You're gonna save my poor immortal soul?
Seth: [puts his forehead onto the gun]: No, I'll kill you and drag you to hell with me.
Bessie: Who was that?
Creely: My little brother.