We keep goin', and goin', but all we get
is more sand and more blue sky.

You're doing better than me if you can look at
the sky, Raven. The only thing I see is sand.

...How come an old fart like you
has so much energy, anyway?

Talking's only gonna wear you out.

If one of us goes down, it'd be about all we
could manage to get them back to safety.

And I for one am in no mood to be
giving out piggy-back rides.

If I collapse, Raven, you can carry me.

Sorry, but this back's reserved for ladies only.

I'll die before I collapse.

I won't let myself be a burden, either.

The same goes for me, of course.

Hey, there's no reason ta go stompin'
on an old man's feelin's, is there?