Sam Chisolm: What we lost in the fire, we found in the ashes.
Josh Faraday: [considering their plight] Reminds me of this fella I used to know. Fell off a five-story building. Passed each floor on the way down, people inside heard him say : "So far, so good!" He's dead now.
Josh Faraday: I make good on my horse yet, Sam?
Sam Chisolm: So far, so good.
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, cabrĂ³n. 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?
Emma Cullen: [narrating]
[last lines]
Emma Cullen: What ever they were in life, here, at the end, each man stood with courage and honor. They fought for the ones who couldn't fight for themselves, and the died for them, too. All to win something that didn't belong to them. It was - magnificent.
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 do you make 'em up as you go.
Goodnight Robicheaux: I'll try to use one-syllable words from now on.
Josh
Faraday: What's a syllable?
Emma Cullen: Don't be afraid. I have assembled these men and offered fair pay.
Rose Creek Barber: Who picked you to deal on our behalf?
Emma Cullen: Seems I was the only one with balls enough to do so. So I did.
Billy Rocks: I knew you'd come back.
Goodnight Robicheaux: How?
[Billy shows him his hip flask]
Sheriff Harp: Quite a batch of strays.
Jack Horne: I'll say a prayer for you. You know, a *little* prayer.
McCann: Yeah, you'll make a hell of a rug.
Josh Faraday: [standing behind him on the saloon porch] And you'll be murdered - by the world's greatest lover.