- Sam: Lightning with the Yellow Hair. Know this is your home. Know I am waiting. Know you fill my heart. Know you are the wife of a warrior. Know you are a warrior!
- Elsa: I felt their eyes move over me. Felt their pity and disapproval. And it meant nothing to me. The only thing that mattered was riding away, just as I was riding away from him. As I pondered the new journey before me, making it back to him. They watched the tears run my cheeks and I let them. I didn't turn my face or wipe them away. Tears we can't control, sobs and weeps are little surrenders, and I will surrender nothing to the pain. Tears may flow, but I will not weep. I am the wife of a warrior now. Which is to say, I am a warrior. And warriors don't cry. We're wasting time.
- Elsa: How do you say "I love you?"
- Sam: [Comanche] Kah-Muk-Kun-Tun Nuh.
- Elsa: [repeats phonetically] Kah-Muh...
- Sam: [interjects] -Mah-Kun-Tun Nuh.
- Elsa: Kah-Mah-Kun-Tun Nuh.
- Sam: [chuckles] Pretty good.
- Elsa: How do you say my name?
- Sam: Lightning with the Yellow Hair...
- [translates to Comanche]
- Elsa: [Elsa says her name in Comanche, Sam smiles and nods his head in approval] Teach me more.
- Sam: [strokes Elsa's neck, speaks Comanche] Eere.
- Sam: [touches Elsa's shoulder] Huku.
- Sam: [touches Elsa's jaw] Tsunipuh.
- Sam: [kisses Elsa] Mura.
- Elsa: To import the traditions of the place you fled, the place that failed you, is to condemn the place you seek with the same failures.
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