Stay right where you are, little Joe. Kind of lost his novelty out here. You're having a...

The Dag: [to her belly] Stay right where you are, little Joe. Kind of lost his novelty out here. Keeper of the Seeds: You're having a baby? The Dag: Warlord, Jr... It's gonna be so ugly. Keeper of the Seeds: It could be a girl! [pause] The Dag: You kill people with that, do you? Keeper of the Seeds: Killed everyone I've ever met out here. Headshots all of, snap! Right on the medulla. The Dag: I thought some of you girls were above all that. Keeper of the Seeds: [after a pause] Come here. Take a peek. The Dag: [gasping] Seeds. Keeper of the Seeds: This are from home. Heirlooms. The real thing. I plant one every chance I get. The Dag: Where? Keeper of the Seeds: So far nothing's took. Earth's too sour. The Dag: Ah! So many different kinds. Keeper of the Seeds: Trees, flowers, fruit. Back then everyone had they field. Back then there was no need to snap anybody.