Dennis Hopper credited as playing...
Deacon
- Mariner: I want the girl.
- Deacon: You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you. You are a total freaking retard! Ha-ha-ha...
- Mariner: I want the girl. That's all.
- Deacon: Well, what on this screwed-up earth of ours makes you think you're gonna get her?
- [the Mariner takes a flare from his belt, and holds it over a hole leading down to the Deez's fuel hold]
- Mariner: You know what this is. I drop it, you burn.
- Doctor: We all burn...
- Deacon: Now-now-now, let's not do anything rash here. I mean, are you sure this kid is worth it? I mean, she never does stop talking, she never shuts up!
- Mariner: I noticed.
- Deacon: So what is it, then? It's the map.
- Mariner: She's my friend.
- Deacon: Golly gee, a single tear rolls down my cheek. You're gonna die for your friend.
- Mariner: If it comes to that.
- [He ignites the flare, and holds it over the hole again]
- Nord: He's bluffing! I'll kill him.
- Enola: He's not bluffing, he never bluffs.
- Deacon: SHUT UP!
- [to the Mariner]
- Deacon: I-I-I-I-I don't think you're gonna drop that torch, my friend.
- Mariner: Why not?
- Deacon: Because you're not crazy.
- [the Mariner smiles, lifts his hand, and drops the flare down the hole]
- Deacon: NO-O-O-O-O!
- [after painting a ball bearing in the Deacon's eye socket to look like a real one]
- Deacon: Well? How's it look?
- [the other smokers say, "not bad," "not bad at all", etc]
- Doctor: I-I like it better than your real eye.
- [One smoker says, "much better," to general agreement]
- Deacon: What do you say, Toby? The truth.
- Toby: Looks like shit.
- Deacon: That's why I love children: no guile.
- [after looking at his new eye in a mirror]
- Deacon: It does look like shit.
- Deacon: If you'll notice the arterial nature of the blood coming from the hole in my head, you can assume that we're all having a real lousy day.
- Depth Gauge: Sir? Your Deaconship? Good day! Or night. Whatever the case may be...
- Deacon: What is it? I'm a busy man.
- Depth Gauge: I thought you should know. There's exactly nine feet and four inches of THE BLACK STUFF...
- [the Deacon spits on the Depth Gauge's head]
- Depth Gauge: Oh, thank you!
- Deacon: Well, I'll be damned. It's the gentleman guppy. You know, he's like a turd that won't flush.
- Deacon: How 'bout a cigarette? Nothing like a good smoke when you miss your mom... Never too young to start...
- Deacon: You know, I thought you were stupid, friend. But I underestimated you; you're a total freakin' retard!