Eddie... you may not need my okay

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