Coop: I'll try not to miss your cookin', Charlie.
Frazer: Johnny, don't drink that stuff. You'll end up a drunkard.
Barbara: We don't have much food and you don't have a gun.
Coop: We'll just have to make do.
Barbara: (to Coop) It's so easy, isn't it, just to sit there and die. Just go to sleep and nature will take care of the rest.
Hale: Bones and knees heal.
Coop: Sure, but don't ever try bendin' 'em again.
Barbara: Why are you so eager to be rid of me?
Coop: I don't want you stayin' around here if you think you owe me something.