Joe Gilgun: Cassidy

Call and Response

Cassidy

Tulip O'Hare: So what's the plan, Jesse?
Jesse Custer: The plan is simple: find God.
Cassidy: Oh, no offense, padre, but I'm right... I'm tired of the God talk now.
Jesse Custer: I am, too. That's why we gonna go out and actually find God.
Cassidy: What? Like a... like a road trip? With buckets of guns, sex and drugs, and shady characters dressed in bikinis?
[glances towards Tulip]
Jesse Custer: Yeah, I imagine there'll be a bit of that.
Cassidy: I'm in. Done.
Tulip O'Hare: I'm sorry. We're just gonna, like, drive around shooting people, getting wasted and looking for God?
Cassidy: [laughs] Oh, I'm so in.
Tulip O'Hare: And what are you gonna do when you find him?
Jesse Custer: Well, if God wants our help, we'll help him. If he doesn't, we're gonna kick his ass.

Hugo Root: I see that you are no stranger to our criminal justice system.
Cassidy: Uh oh, manila folder time.
Hugo Root: Assault and battery in Las Vegas.
Cassidy: Let me just say I... Do you know what? I told him right from the get-go, I don't... I don't like magicians.

Red Savage (Larry): [talking about what they love] For me, it's a big fluffy ass.
Cassidy: Ah, well, you know, whatever floats your boat...

Hugo Root: Vampires, government agents, psychopathic preachers. It's all an unmitigated monster swamp.
Cassidy: That's true. Plonkers and gobshites as far as the eye can see. Still, nobody's perfect. You know?

Tulip O'Hare: Cass! You okay? Jesse said the cops got you.
Cassidy: Yeah, no, I'm fine. They just let me off with a warning and a couple of bullet holes.

Cassidy: And what about you... Sheriff? All this. Last I checked, this kinda questioning was illegal.
Hugo Root: Not in Texas.
[Cocks gun]
Hugo Root: Not when a man's looking for his son.
Cassidy: Are you really looking for him, though, is what I'm wondering? Just come on, be honest with me now, right. Could there not be... like a teeny-tiny part of you that'd be happy if he was just gone?
Hugo Root: Eugene's a good boy.
Cassidy: I know. I know that. But he's sort of annoyingly good, though. Am I right? Always talking, asking his bloody questions, and that face, I just... I honestly... I don't know how you do it. Having to wake up to that giant, puckered arseface staring at you across the breakfast table day after day...
[Root shoots Cassidy six times, Cassidy falls to the cell floor groaning]
Cassidy: You'll see. This just proves my point exactly. Nobody's perfect.
Hugo Root: [Root unlocks the cell door] You can go.
Cassidy: [Laying on the cell floor groaning] Ahh. Good. I got to be someplace.

Tulip O'Hare: So, what's the plan, Jesse?
Jesse Custer: The plan is simple. Find God.
Cassidy: Oh, no offense, Padre, but I'm tired of the God talk now.
Jesse Custer: I am too. That's why we're gonna go out and actually find God.
Cassidy: What? Like a... Like a road trip? With buckets of guns, sex and drugs and shady characters dressed in bikinis?
Jesse Custer: Yeah, I imagine there'll be a bit of that.
Cassidy: I'm in. Done.
Tulip O'Hare: I'm sorry. We're just gonna, like, drive around shooting people, getting wasted and looking for God?
Cassidy: I am so in.
Tulip O'Hare: And what are you gonna do when you find him?
Jesse Custer: Well, if God wants our help, we'll help him. If he doesn't, we're gonna kick his ass.
Tulip O'Hare: Huh. All right, bitches. Let's go.