I wanna tell you about the craziest white man I ever knew. We go back, Eddie and me. I...

Johnny Sixtoes: I wanna tell you about the craziest white man I ever knew. We go back, Eddie and me. I read your postcard and it said you were sending me a gift. [nods to Eddie's motorcycle] Johnny Sixtoes: Is that it? Eddie Lomax: Yeah! Johnny Sixtoes: I appreciate it, Eddie. I really do. I always loved that bike. Eddie Lomax: Sorry it broke down. Johnny Sixtoes: Hey, it's an old Indian just like me. It's not the end of the world. What are you gonna do, man, kill yourself? Eddie Lomax: [takes out a Colt .45 and cocks it] That's what I'm here for, Johnny. Johnny Sixtoes: Postcard didn't say when you were coming. So I lit a fire. I've been watching for you. Eddie Lomax: [in a drunken state, Eddie loads another clip into his pistol and calls out to Johnny] You know why I came to see you? Johnny Sixtoes: [smiles] I've got a pretty good idea, amigo. Eddie Lomax: [Eddie begins reminiscing about the days of the war and all the people he killed] What good did we do? Nothing! We used to do it real good, Johnny! Killing... the memories. They haunt me, Johnny! [Eddie cocks his pistol again and fires three shots into the air, while shouting] Eddie Lomax: I killed them, Johnny! Johnny Sixtoes: That's why you got the medal, Eddie. Eddie Lomax: Hey! I had this dream about the Devil. He reserved a whole floor of Hell just for me, Johnny. What do you think about that? [fires a shot into the air and chuckles wickedly] Johnny Sixtoes: Tell me more about your dream, Eddie. Eddie Lomax: [sits down on the ground] Oh! My dream. I think about it a lot, Johnny. I think about it a lot. Checking out! Finito... Enough. [holds up pistol and shows it to Johnny] Eddie Lomax: That's why I'm here, Johnny... to kill myself. [Eddie then lays back on the ground with a look of misery on his face and whispers silently] Eddie Lomax: I need your okay. I need your okay, man. Johnny Sixtoes: [sees the Hogan's truck approaching] Eddie... you may not need my okay.