Banks: Once the bears and the birds are finished with him, all that will be left is the smell of disappointment and I didn't have to waste a single freaking bullet.
Kim: Just hang on, stop. Something my dad taught me.
Kim: Yeah, stop. S-T-O-P. Stop, think, observe, plan. Stop.
Banks: You'd better point us in the right direction, or you're going to end up dead...D-E-A-D.
Banks: we're looking for a friend of ours. He's up in the mountains.
Jim: You need a gun to make that happen?
Banks: Yeah well, see, the sheriff...he hasn't been accommodating thus far.