Michael Rooker: Merle Dixon

Chupacabra

Merle Dixon

[the imaginary-Merle tells Daryl that he's Rick's bitch now]
Merle Dixon: You his bitch now?
Daryl Dixon: [Daryl lays dazed on the ground] I ain't nobody's bitch.
Merle Dixon: You're a joke is what you are, playing errand boy to a bunch of pansy-asses, niggers and democrats.
Merle Dixon: [Merle chuckles] You're nothing but a freak to them. Redneck trash. That's all you are. They're laughing at you behind your back. You know that, don't you? I got a little news for you, son. One of these days they're gonna scrape you off their heels like you was dog shit.
Merle Dixon: [Merle taps Daryl's chest] Hey. They ain't your kin, your blood. Hell, you had any damn nuts in that sack of yours, you'd go back there and shoot your pal Rick in the face for me.

[the imaginary-Merle tells Daryl that he's as real as the Chupacabra he saw]
Merle Dixon: Well, I'll tell you what... I'm as real as your Chupacabra.
Daryl Dixon: I know what I saw.
Merle Dixon: And I'm sure them Shrooms you ate had nothing to do with it, right?
Daryl Dixon: You'd best shut the hell up.
Merle Dixon: Or what? You're gonna come up here and shut my mouth for me? Well, come on and do it then, if you think you're man enough.
Merle Dixon: [Merle laughs] Hey, kick off them damn high heels and climb, son.
Merle Dixon: [Merle chuckles] You know what? If I were you I'd take a pause for the cause, brother. 'Cause I just don't think you're gonna make it to the top.

[Daryl sees the imaginary-Merle standing over him for the first time]
Merle Dixon: Why don't you pull that arrow out, dummy? You could bind your wound better.
Daryl Dixon: [Daryl opens his eyes] Merle.
Merle Dixon: What's going on here? You taking a siesta or something?
Daryl Dixon: [Daryl from the ground] A shitty day, bro.
Merle Dixon: Like me to get you uh pillow? Maybe rub your feet?
Daryl Dixon: Screw you.

[the imaginary-Merle asks Daryl if he has a thing for little girls]
Merle Dixon: All them years I spent trying to make a man of you, this is what I get? Look at you. Lying in the dirt like a used rubber. You're gonna die out here, little brother. And for what?
Daryl Dixon: A girl. They lost a little girl.
Merle Dixon: So you got a thing for little girls now?
Daryl Dixon: Shut up.

[the imaginary-Merle talks to Daryl who's struggling to climb the hill]
Merle Dixon: What's the matter, Darylina? That all you got in you? Throw away that purse and climb.
Daryl Dixon: I liked it better when you was missing.
Merle Dixon: Come on, don't be like that. I'm on your side.
Daryl Dixon: [Daryl struggles to hold on] Yeah? Since when?
Merle Dixon: Hell, since the day you were born, baby brother. Somebody had to look after your worthless ass.
Daryl Dixon: You never took care of me. You talk a big game but you was never there. Hell, you ain't here now. Guess some things never change.

[the imaginary-Merle accuses Daryl of not looking for him anymore]
Merle Dixon: I noticed you ain't out looking for old Merle no more.
Daryl Dixon: Tried like hell to find you, bro.
Merle Dixon: Like hell you did. You split, man. Lit out first chance you got.
Daryl Dixon: You lit out. All you had to do was wait. We went back for you. Rick and I, we did right by you.
Merle Dixon: This the same Rick that cuffed me to the rooftop in the first place? Forced me to cut off my own hand?