Les Enfants du Sang

Preacher 3×6

Eugene: If it hadn't been for Hell, I'd be dead now too.

Eugene: At least you survived, right? That's good. Maybe you write a book about it?
Dude, you in an orphanage. You ugly, you crazy, and I think you might be stupid, too. This is the end of the line. Your story ends here.

Eugene: Take all the stops you need. Let's see where this story takes us!
The Saint of Killers: It takes us to Hell.

Cassidy: So, you lot... you all wanna be vampires, huh?... You all want to be hated, spat on, chased down by arseholes, have everyone you ever loved or cared about... They get old, they just die, and leave you on your own, you know? You get so bloody bored, you drink engine coolant just to feel something new, all right? Is that what you want, you bunch of bloody posers, is it?

Cassidy: I'm leaving. It's a "no," friend.

Jesse: Third time you've died, Tulip. I'm all out of tears.

Tulip: All right, bitches, clock's ticking. Let's go steal some shit.

Starr: How hard can it be to find an Irish demon carted off by a hooting pack of cape-wearing nobodies?
Hoover: Well, it is New Orleans, sir.

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Starr: The Allfather is watching us. He has eyes and ears everywhere.
Hoover: He seems more fat than scary.
Starr: Don't be fooled. The Allfather is a cold killer. He makes me look like a conscientious objector.

Tulip: Three guards, Glocks. Vault guy's got an 870 shotgun. Dozen CCTVs... Six fixed, six sweeping. Manager keys his safe door, then hits a 14-bit keypad.
Jesse: In other words?
Tulip: ... Piece of cake.

Lara: Love the new hat, sir. Very Cabaret.

Allfather: Thrice blessed, O Starr.

Cassidy: There's other ways of getting high, you know.

Tulip: I killed Gran'ma. I mean, I really, actually did kill her. I mean, she was dead... and then, she got better. Unfortunately.

Allfather: Only fire can separate the True Believer from the False. Only fire can pave the way for our Lord.
Starr: Jesus Christ.
Allfather: Exactly.

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