The Nature of the Beast

Adrian:
There's two places they send people who are havin' too good a time. One's church, the other's prison. And I done time in both, Jack.

Adrian:
You can't kill the devil, Jack.

Jack Powell:
How the hell did you get dumped in the middle of nowhere?

Adrian:
A fella' in a big rig picked me up, about where you passed me. But he got a little too devoted, you know what I mean?

Jack Powell:
So you got out?

Adrian:
Looks that way.

Adrian:
The fella' in the fancy suit must have a name.

Jack Powell:
Jack.

Adrian:
You know, Jack? I can usually tell in about two minutes all I need to know about a person.

Jack Powell:
Like what?

Adrian:
Like is he a loser? Does he shoot dope? Does he like to wear ladies' underwear?

Jack Powell:
Are you telling me that you're a psychic, or that you like to look at people's pants?

Adrian:
You're a funny guy, Jack.

Adrian:
Now you just sit tight a minute while I go right a wrong.

Adrian:
I figured you'd be long gone by now. You must've lost your appetite in a big hurry, huh? I'd hate to think it's 'cause you didn't like me, Jack. I mean, you can see what an unfriendly place the world can be.

Jack Powell:
What are you doing?

Adrian:
I got no place to sleep, Jack.

Jack Powell:
You're crazy.

Adrian:
I'll tell on ya, Jack. I'll tell everyone what you got in that briefcase. Don't worry. I'm a man with a secret too myself.