"YEAH you're hunting it all right. JUST LIKE ME."



"What are you hunting Mr. Sayer?"



"Apocalypse, End of the World, Armageddon. It's always got a face and a name.



I've been hunting the bastard for 30 years, give or take. Come close a time or two.



TOO DAAAMN CLOSE.



You can't kill Damnation, mister. IT DON'T DIE LIKE A MAN DIES."
"I know that Mr. Sayer."



"OH you're a pilgrim all right! Yeah, I saw it on your face back there in the dust. I saw it clear as breasts and blue suede shoes."
"You're sharp, Reverend."
"Speaking of which, let me tell you a story about a fellow pilgrim of ours; one that my great grandfather used to tell me....

... his name was Simon Belmont...