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The Proposition

The Proposition quotes

52 total quotes

Arthur Burns
Captain Stanley
Charlie Burns
Jellon Lamb
Multiple Characters
Two Bob

View Quote 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.
View Quote 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.
View Quote 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.
View Quote 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.
View Quote Martha Stanley: But he's no more than a boy.
Sgt. Lawrence: Oh, he's man enough, Ma'am. Man enough, indeed.
View Quote [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!
View Quote [After being shot] Oh, not the gut, Charlie. Shit.
View Quote [As Samuel tries to rape Martha] Listen to that. He sings just like a bird.
View Quote [motions for Charlie to put his gun away] No, no need for that. No need for that. We are white men, you and I!
View Quote Arthur Burns is a monster. An abomination.
View Quote Australia. What fresh Hell is this?
View Quote Charles, eh? Perhaps you've read On the Origin of the Species by Means of Natural Selection by Charles Darwin? Oh, don't be thrown by the title, he had some most fascinating things to say. Chilling things! Mr. Darwin spent time studying Aboriginals. He claims we are, at bottom... one and the same! [laughs] He infers, Mr. Murphy, that we a share a common ancestry with monkeys! Monkeys!
View Quote Here's your knife back, you dog.
View Quote I think the job's ****ing done.
View Quote I was, in days gone by, a believer. But, alas, I came to this beleaguered land and the God in me just... evaporated. Let us change our toast, then, to the God that has forgotten us.