Alice Crowheart: Thermals can make underwear wedge up your bottom.
[sees Jane is wearing a thong]
Alice Crowheart: I guess yours are already there.
[first lines]
Natalie: [narrating] There is a meadow in my perfect world. Where wind dances the branches of the tree, casting leopards spots of light across the face of pond. The tree stands tall, and grand, and alone, shading the world beneath it.
Natalie: [girl running frantically] It's here, in the cradle of all I hold dear.
[she falls]
Natalie: I guard every memory of you. And when I find myself frozen in the mud of the real... far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place, close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you.
Martin: You're driving this Fed around so she don't get lost, is that it?
Cory Lambert: It's what they asked me to do, not what I'm doin'.
Martin: Then what are you doing?
Cory Lambert: I'm a hunter, Martin. What do you think I'm doin'?
Martin: If you find out who did this... I don't
care who it is. You understand me?
Cory Lambert: [nods] Right where they stand.
Martin: Then get off my porch and go do it.
Jane Banner: How far do you think someone can run barefoot out here?
Cory Lambert: Oh, I don't know. How to gauge someone's will to live? Especially in these conditions. But I knew that girl. She was a fighter. So no matter how far you think she ran... I can guarantee you she ran farther.
Cory Lambert: You gonna lecture me about protecting people when you do the shit that's killing 'em? Unlike most people you had every chance to get the hell out of here if that's what you wanted. You had the army, you had college, whatever, that was your choice. Look what you chose!
[points towards the drug house]
Cory Lambert: Look what you chose.
God damn you.
Chip: I didn't do shit.
Cory Lambert: All you've been doin' is shit for the last few years, Chip.
Chip: It's this place, man, what it takes from us. What it took from you.
Cory Lambert: I'm not gonna stand here and tell you that life's fair, 'cause it ain't. To either of us. But, you know, what do we do? This
land, this land is all we got left.
Chip: What's this *we* shit? The only thing native about you is your ex-wife and the daughter you couldn't protect. Maybe if you'd played detective...
Cory Lambert: [Cory grabs Chip and violently slams him against the wall] That's not something it's good to talk about. You hear me?