Ethan Hawke aufgeführt in der Rolle von...
Goodnight Robicheaux
- Goodnight Robicheaux: This reminds me of what my daddy used to say.
- Billy Rocks: What's that, Goody?
- [waits for an answer]
- Billy Rocks: What?
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Well, my daddy used to say a lot of things, you know.
- [both laugh hysterically]
- Goodnight Robicheaux: What a merry band, we are. Me a Grey, Chisolm a Blue, Billy a mysterious man of the Orient, a drunk Irishman, a Texican, a female and her gentlemen caller. This is not going to end well.
- Vasquez: I'm Mexican, cabrón. No such thing as a "Texican."
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Try telling that to my granddaddy. He died at the Alamo. New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets. Blood, teeth. Mauled by a horde of teeming brown devils.
- Vasquez: My grandfather was one of those devils, you know. Toluca Battalion. Hey, maybe my grandfather killed your grandfather, huh?
- Goodnight Robicheaux: What a charming thought. I sense we are bonding.
- Josh Faraday: [townsfolk all staring as they eat their dinner] Like being in one of them damn zoos.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Fame is a sarcophagus.
- Josh Faraday: You read those in a book, or you just make 'em up as you go?
- Goodnight Robicheaux: I'll try to use one-syllable words from now on.
- Josh Faraday: What... what's a syllable?
- [Robicheaux laughs]
- Vasquez: Never trust a people who bury their dead above the ground.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Don't call the alligator "big mouth" till you cross the river.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: We have heard the chimes at midnight. Have we not? So what's the play here, Sam, huh?
- Goodnight Robicheaux: She's about the same age your sister'd be by now, huh?
- Sam Chisolm: Yeah, she is.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Just making sure we're fighting the battle in front of us, not behind.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: Behold. Our army approaches.
- Josh Faraday: Oh, good, they brought their pitchforks. We may stand a chance after all.
- Goodnight Robicheaux: That's hard to do. This many men and miss that many targets? Twice? I'm looking at a line of dead men. You gotta hate what you're firing at! Hate it! Come on! Get some gravel in your craw! Goddamn sons of bitches!
- Goodnight Robicheaux: All y'all gonna be dead by this time tomorrow, Sam.
- Sam Chisolm: I believe every man's got the right to choose where he dies, if he can.