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Samuel Stote: Without me and my crack shootin', you'd be ****ing dingo dinner. 30 yards away, I was. And, pchoo! Blew that black bastard's head right off. It was beautiful.

Martha Stanley: She was my friend!

Martha Stanley: The world you live in, in there. Don't be gloomy, dear. This burden you carry, you might let me carry it, too. I believe in you.

Soldiers: [singing] On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Five cats a-floggin, Four nooses swinging, Three crows a-pecking, Two dogs a-pissing, and little Mikey hanging from a pear tree!

Eden Fletcher: If you have to kill one, make sure you bloody well kill them all.

Jacko: Fellow in the picture, he live in a cave. Dog man. Big fella. He said Dog Man never sleep. He sit there all day. Sit down, in the cave. Way up. He live with small fella and black fella. Cannot catch him. Cannot kill him.

Jacko: Strange mob, you whities.

Captain Stanley: Now, suppose I told you there was a way to save your little brother Mikey from the noose. Suppose I gave you a horse and a gun. Suppose, Mr. Burns, I was to give both you and your young brother Mikey, here, a pardon. Suppose I said that I could give you the chance to expunge the guilt beneath which you so clearly labor. Suppose I gave you till Christmas. Now, suppose you tell me what it is I want from you.
Charlie Burns: You want me to kill me brother.
Captain Stanley: I want you to kill your brother.

Jellon Lamb: [Capturing Charlie Burns] Good boy! Nice and tight, eh? Right. Up we get. [Charlie struggles] Oh, no, I wouldn't try that if I were you. Ligatures and knots are one of my many talents. Right. And it appears that you are singularly bereft of any talents whatsoever, Mr. Burns. To be speared by a savage? How extraordinarily quaint. Easy, Mr. Burns. I was drunk. You only got me because I was drunk. Well, I'm not drunk now. I'm on the job now. Not a bad days' work, either. For what is an Irishman, but a **** turned inside out. Now, we're gonna sit down on this log. Nice and easy, Mr. Burns. There. [Jellon is shot in the back]
Arthur Burns: [walks up] I really need to stop saving your life, brother.

Martha Stanley: But he's no more than a boy.
Sgt. Lawrence: Oh, he's man enough, Ma'am. Man enough, indeed.

Jellon Lamb: Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here with no one but this sorry sack of Hibernian pig shit for conversation. Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly. Sit, sir. Drink with me.
[Charlie ****s his gun and points it to Lamb]
Charlie Burns: One more crack about the Irish, Mr. Lamb, and I'll shoot you. Am I clear?
Jellon Lamb: Oh, as the waters of Ennis, sir. Let us drink, then, to the Irish. No finer race of men have ever... peeled a potato.
[Charlie ****s his gun again and points it to Lamb]
Charlie Burns: Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?
Jellon Lamb: Good Lord, son. No, I do not.

Jacko: They say he is dog.
Capt. Stanley: What? He eats dog?
Jacko: No, Captain, Sir. He IS dog!

Jellon Lamb: [speaking about Arthur Burns] We are white men, Sir, not beasts. Oh, he sits up there in those melancholy hills; some say he sleeps in caves like a beast, slumbers deep like the Kraken. The blacks say that he is a spirit. The troopers will never catch him. Common force is meaningless, Mr. Murphy, as he squats up there on his impregnable perch. So I wait, Mr. Murphy. I wait.
Charlie Burns: [Knocks Jellon out with a beer mug] Aye, you wait. You wait here... bounty hunter.

[Looking at the sunset]
Samuel Stote: It sure is pretty.
Arthur Burns: You can never get your fill of nature, Samuel. To be surrounded by it is to be stilled. It salves the heart. The mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete. Even the lowliest misanthrope or the wretchedest sinners.
Samuel Stote: What's a misanthrope, Arthur?
Two Bob: Some bugger who ****ing hates every other bugger.
Samuel Stote: Hey, I didn't ask you, you black bastard!
Arthur Burns: He's right, Samuel. A misanthrope is one who hates humanity.
Samuel Stote: Is that what we are? Misanthropes?
Arthur Burns: Good Lord, no! We're family!

Jellon Lamb: "There's night and day, brother. Both sweet things. Sun, moon and stars, all sweet things. Very quiet now. There's a wind on the heath. Life is very... sweet, brother."
Arthur Burns: "Life is very sweet, brother. Who would wish to die?" George Borrow, I believe. A worthy writer and a beautiful sentiment, sir. But you're not my brother.

Charlie Burns: You're a copper, Stanley, not a judge and jury.
Capt. Stanley: Clearly, Mr. Burns, I am what I wish to be.

Capt. Stanley: Do I need to introduce myself?
Charlie Burns: I know you are.
Capt. Stanley: Good. And I know who you are.

Capt. Stanley: Well, allow me to address the subject of your brother, Mr. Burns. Christmas, as you're probably aware, is fast approaching. And Christmas this year will hold a unique significance for young Micky here.
Charlie Burns: [Correcting him] Mikey.
Capt. Stanley: Because on Christmas day, I have made plans for him to taken from the jail in Banyon and hanged by the neck until he is dead.

Charlie Burns: So, what is it that you want?
Capt. Stanley: I want Arthur Burns
Charlie Burns: I no longer ride with me brother.
[Stanley takes out his gun, pauses for a moment, and then pistol whips Mikey across the face]
Capt. Stanley: Now, I will allow you a moment to think about it.

Capt. Stanley: Make no mistake, Mr. Burns. It will be done. I will civilize this place.
Charlie Burns: The **** are you talking about, Stanley?

Eden Fletcher: Tomorrow morning, I want Mike Burns flogged. As I said, one-hundred lashes.
Capt. Stanley: This will kill him.
Eden Fletcher: So be it.
Capt. Stanley: What if I'm right? What if Charlie Burns does as I ask? What if he comes back?
Eden Fletcher: Then we will hang the lot of them.

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