I'm just an old fashioned cowboy.
Hunger is the best spice, they say.
Jet, do you know that there are three things I particularly hate: kids, animals, and women with attitudes. So tell me, why are all three of them neatly gathered on our ship?!
Whatever happens, happens.
I was younger then, I wasnít afraid of anything, I didnít think about dying for a second. I thought I was invincible. Then I met some girl. I wanted to live, I started to think like that; for the first time I was afraid of death. I had never felt like that before.
I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I'm really alive.
There once was a tiger-striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, was revived, and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he really didn't care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat which meant he was free. He met a white female cat and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger-striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life. I hate that story. I hate cats, you know that.
You think I'm Vicious?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT VICIOUS IS!!!
I'm just watching a bad dream I never wake up from.
You know the jig, Spike, Justice and Duty, eh?
Jet: Betrayal may come easily to women, but men live by iron codes of honor.
Faye: You really believe that?
Jet: I'm trying to, real hard.
Spike: I have to go, Jet.
Jet: No, you really don't.
Spike: Ha. Still. [Leaves]
There is nothing left to believe in.
Vicious: The same blood runs through both of us. The blood of a beast who wanders, hunting for the blood of others.
Vicious: THEN HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!