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At the end of the Civil War, a colonel hunts down a man with whom he has a grudge.
Water Man: Go as you wish. That which is yours will always return to you. That which you take will always be taken from you.
Gideon: Time was, you said your war was over. Carver: Only the dead can know the end of war, Captain.
[last lines] Carver: [at gunpoint] Go on, finish it. Gideon: [handing gun to him] I believe it's up to you, sir. Carver: [barely audible] Rose. Rose. Gideon: [gives him water and some for himself] Come on...
Madame Louise Fair: Spoken like a true sinner. Gideon: Well, hell, don't matter much out here. Madame Louise Fair: Man's got to do what a man's got to do, right?
Gideon: What do you want? Carver: I thought that would have been obvious the way I've been shootin' at ya.
Gideon: Your sister, she don't take kindly to thieving. There's plenty of time for that when you grow up.
Little Brother: Afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to stop walking. Gideon: Let me be, boy. Best just go on back up to your kin. Little Brother: Mister, I never shot nobody in the back before. So it's best you just turn around, and you get what's coming to you. Gideon: Boy, now you put that gun up and go on. Little Brother: Turn around. Gideon: [turns and throws knife into Virgils' neck. Virgil falls off his horse. Gideon bends down and pulls out the knife] You're a fool, boy. [whips blood off his knife onto his victim] Gideon: I told you too let me be
Hayes: Reckon we ought to camp somewheres else? Carver: Afraid the word of God will spoil your digestion? Hayes: I never was much for scripture. Carver: Nothing to fear, Mr. Hayes. Them's just words. Ain't no God out here.
Carver: Son, nobody can protect nobody in this world. The sooner you realize that, the better.
The Kid: He must be part Indian or wolf. Eat a man like that. Hayes: He didn't eat him. Go.
Gideon: [looks at emptied money pouch] No wonder you don't talk much. Too busy thieving.
Gideon: Why are you doing this? Carver: Seraphim Falls. Carver: If you kill this son of a bitch, it will not be paid. Extremities only!
Madame Louise Fair: You men, you always choosing a gun over a remedy.
Hayes: Say, how'd you come by that scar on your neck? Indians? Them savages? Minister: No, it was worse. Mormons. Praise be to God and a good rifle, he answered my prayers and not his. Hayes: You ought to have a talk with your God about that. Figure he ought to be more careful. You being the chosen folk and all.
The Kid: How do you write "wife"? Hayes: Kid, that's W-H-O-R-E. Don't much matter how you spell it, a woman ain't gonna be yours unless you're paying her for the night. You pay her to be sweet to you, kid, that's all. Don't never mix up money and love.
[first lines] Hayes: Well, we definitely got I'm. I wouldn't say gut shot, but got 'im pretty good. Pope: He didn't even take his rifle. Horse run off though. Hayes: It's cleared up some. Why don't we get a move on. Carver: Let him bleed...