They got the devil's breath! They got a goddamn Gatling gun!
I ain't paying for no damn cheat.
Don't mind him, Mr. Robicheaux. He's drunk. He don't mean anything by it.
Goodnight Robicheaux? Sir, if I'd known that was your man, I never would have spoken so disrespectfully.
Goodnight Robicheaux
That's alright, son. You can just pay me double.
Goodnight Robicheaux
Why do you waste your time on a piece of rebel trash like me?
Sam Chisolm
What we lost in the fire, we will find in the ashes.
Like being in one of them damn zoos.
Goodnight Robicheaux
Fame is a sarcophagus.
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.
What... what's a syllable?
[Robicheaux laughs]
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
This reminds me of what my daddy always used to say.
What's that, Goody?
Goodnight Robicheaux
Well, you know, my daddy said a lot of things. [both laugh]
