The Walking Dead2010

[after Daryl stops Merle from looting the people they just helped]

Merle Dixon:
The sh*t you doing, pointing that thing at me?

Daryl Dixon:
They were scared, man.

Merle Dixon:
They were rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude.

Daryl Dixon:
They didn't owe us nothing.

Merle Dixon:
You helping people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it? Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?

Daryl Dixon:
There was a baby!

Merle Dixon:
Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biters, then?

Daryl Dixon:
Man, I went back for you. You weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand, neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it.

Merle Dixon:
You know what's funny to me? You and Sheriff Rick are like this now. Right? I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind.

Daryl Dixon:
It didn't happen!

Merle Dixon:
Yeah, it didn't. 'Cause I wasn't there to help you!

Daryl Dixon:
What, like when we were kids, huh? Who left who then?

Merle Dixon:
What? Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?

Daryl Dixon:
You lost your hand 'cause you're a simple-minded piece of sh*t.

[Merle grabs Daryl by the sh*t]

Merle Dixon:
Yeah? You don't know!

[Daryl's shirt rips open, Merle looks horrified, Daryl's back is covered with scars from years of childhood abuse]

Merle Dixon:
I... I didn't know he was...

Daryl Dixon:
Yeah, he did.

[Daryl tries to hastily cover up his back with the torn pieces of his shirt and his knapsack]

Daryl Dixon:
He did the same to you. That's why you left first.