- Negan: I am guessing that a lot of you fine folks thought I was dead, chewed up, never to be crapped out again. Well, here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nut sack is made of steel. I am not dying until good and ready.
- Negan: Sucks, Gabe, but it looks like we got to risk eating it... by eating it.
- Father Gabriel Stokes: I don't understand.
- Negan: You ever do this trick with the guts before?
- Father Gabriel Stokes: Mm-hmm.
- Negan: These are putrid, decaying organs, dead blood, piss, and shit that have been cooking all day in the Virginian sun. None of your people ever gotten sick from this?
- Father Gabriel Stokes: We're from Georgia.
- Negan: Look at you lucky shits.