Amon: I guess I am a monster.
Wynonna: Who gives a fuck?
Amon: I thought you wanted to kill me.
Wynonna: All I want is to stoop feeling guilty for what I am when what I am is necessary.
Amon: You’re a confusing woman.
Wynonna: Flexible too. Are you going to tell me you’re in love with my sister now?
Amon: No, ma’am.
Wynonna: Then show me how you ride that bull.