Gallowwalkers

Kansa:
[to Apollo Jones] Forgive me, father, for I have skinned.

Aman:
Legend goes that somewhere beneath these mountains lies a gateway between heaven and hell. It is said that a sacred sisterhood guards this portal and the power of their prayers keeps the damned from tormenting the living. Trouble with the damned is... they never stay put.

Aman:
[to Hool] Do you remember me?

Aman:
Where is he?

Hool:
He did not come. Still, he eludes you.

Deputy:
What piece of you can I buy for a dollar?

Angel:
My pity.

Deputy:
I was being kind.

Angel:
I like my men... heartless.

Angel:
What's a girl gotta do to get rescued around here?

Fabulos:
You that good, or was that a lucky shot?

Aman:
Lucky for you.

Marshall Gaza:
I was once a sinner...

Angel:
Damn right, you were! Cherry Gaza. You all virgin eater!

Marshall Gaza:
You whore of Babylon! You painted cat! You womb of vipers! The smell of Jezebel has no power over me now!

Kansa:
[skinned] I'll be needin' a shirt.

Kansa:
You can't go wrong with white.

Kisscut:
[after stabbing his victim] Kiss Cut. And you must be...?

Angel:
You touch me and you're dead!

Kansa:
Compelling arguement. You must be a lawyer.

Kisscut:
She's a whore.

Kansa:
An easy mistake. I apologize.

Kansa:
We die, we come back. You call us... gallowwalkers. Gallowwalkers.

Fabulos:
There's ah... there's really nothin' coming that we won't see.

Aman:
Well, you didn't see that.

Fabulos:
[a rattlesnake is slithering at his feet] Oh Jesus!

Mosca:
Oh... you look good, boss!

Kansa:
He was young.

Kansa:
[Slipknot throws Hool's severed head to the ground] Does the rest of him arrive monthly?

Kansa:
You never forget the man who kills you for the first time. The first time is always special.

Kansa:
What breed was your mother?

Angel:
She was Scottish.

Kansa:
Those Celts have luster. And your father, was he... pale skinned?

Angel:
Pale? He was invisible.

Kisscut:
[to Aman] I blew you a kiss. And you blew me away.

Angel:
What kind of man are you?

Fabulos:
I'm the heartless kind.

[last lines]

Fabulos:
Hey, come on. I don't know how to be dead!

Aman:
No one taught you how to live!

Aman:
A man might take the news of his own death... badly.