"Only so many times y'can git stabbed an shot 'fore you don't git back up."

How many bullets did you take to the chest, Doc? How many lead slugs are buried in that Kevlar vest back home? How many bullets have you dug out of your hide?


He shakes his head, ignoring the fact that it makes the dizziness worse.

"Only so many times y'can feel a noose 'fore you don't feel nothin' no more."