Once women get the vote, the whole country will stop making such a pig's ear of everything. There'll be no more wars, no hunger, no stupidity. We'll elect a woman president within the first ten years, of course. You see... men are such judgmental prigs... you need us women to help straighten you out. Okay, with us helping... I'm not saying there won't be trouble. I just think... we'll do a better job of things.
John made it... He's the only one. Rest of us... no. But... I tried. In the end... I did. (Arthur Morgan, last words)
Reverend Swanson: “Love yourself a fire”. It's one of the blessings; freely given to all. And yet, perhaps, not freely given. I am reminded of Prometheus. In many ways, greek myths are best in explaining the very punishment that imbue our daily existence with their piquant tortures. Sure, we can have fire. And we can have the knowledge of fire. But with that comes the knowledge of everything… We become like a god, because to be all powerful is to be all suffering. Yes… thus, Prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation, and the awareness of our isolation for everything holy. Quite the conundrum, fire.
Reverend Swanson: It’s enough to make a man drink… or worse. Long day, Arthur.
Arthur: Yeah, you gotta love yourself a fire.
[Javier Escuella is genuflecting behind a barrel before Rev. Orville Swanson approaches him]
Reverend Swanson: You know... it's not too late to repent, my Mexican friend.
Javier: Oh, well, in that case, I'm sure there's priests who will happily take your confession.
Reverend Swanson:[as Javier makes the Sign of the Cross] You're doomed. [chuckles and looks at Arthur while pointing to Javier] He's doomed.
Arthur: We're all doomed, Reverend. [Swanson walks away, and Javier gives a thumb-up]
[Greet Javier while he's praying]
Javier:[looks at Arthur] Eh?
Arthur: Do ya ever miss home?
Javier: Sure, all the time.
Arthur: Must be hard, being so far away.
[Hosea, Lenny and Tilly gather at the table for some conversation about death and burial]
Tilly: When I go, I hope they cover my grave with roses.
Hosea:[nods, then...] When I die, I just want to be buried with friends, hmm.
Lenny: Me too... with friends or with family. I don't think it matters more than that. [subtitle typo says "know if" instead of "think"]
Hosea: What about you, Arthur?
Arthur: Me? I don't care about that nonsense...
Hosea: Come on.
[Arthur thinks for a bit, then...]
Arthur: Face me to the west so I can watch the setting sun and remember all the fine times we had that way.
Hosea: See, Tilly, I told you Arthur had a soul.
Sister Calderón: What's wrong?
Arthur: I'm, uh... I'm dyin', Sister. Yeah, I got TB. I got it... beatin' a man, to death... for a few bucks. I've lived a bad life, Sister...
Sister Calderón: We've all lived bad lives, Mr. Morgan. We all sin... but I know you.
Arthur: You don't know me.
Sister Calderón: Forgive me, but... that's the problem. You don't know you.
Arthur: What do you mean?
Sister Calderón: I don't know... whenever we happen to meet, you're always helping people and smiling.
Arthur: I had a son... he passed away. I had a girl who loved me... I threw that away. My momma died when I was a kid, and my daddy... well, I watched him die. And it weren't soon enough.
Sister Calderón: My husband died a long time ago. Life is full of pain. But there is also love, and beauty.
Arthur: What am I gonna do now?
Sister Calderón: Be grateful that for the first time, you see your life clearly. Perhaps you could help somebody? Helping makes you really happy.
Arthur: But... I still don't believe in nothin'.
Sister Calderón: Often, neither do I. But then, I meet someone like you, and everything makes sense.
Arthur: Heh... You're too smart for me, Sister. I guess I... [breaks down] I'm afraid.
Sister Calderón: There is nothing to be afraid of. Take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act.
[If Arthur has High Honor]
Arthur: How you doing?
John: Nervous... but... I've been nervous for a while. I've had a lot of time to think in that jail and... I feel like I just don't know Dutch no more.
Arthur: You ain't the only one.
John: And this plan to get us out, it just... I don't know...
Arthur: Like he's stringing us along, I know.
John: Killing in cold blood, revenge, we all do bad things, but... he seems to enjoy it now. It's like he just wants to create more enemies. More chaos.
Arthur: Yeah, I know.
John: I mean... I love Dutch. He saved me a long time ago. I feel like in Saint Denis, when I got arrested... maybe he could've done something.
Arthur: I feel like you should take your woman and child... and get lost.
John: Do you?
Arthur: You can... you could give something to Jack. It's that or... well, I don't see no way outta this.
John: Well, what about loyalty?
Arthur: Be loyal to what matters.
John: What are you gonna do?
Arthur: I-I'll be okay... but do it, for me. And it would make me... feel... good, if that makes any sense.
John: A little, but...
Arthur: Listen to me. When the time comes... you gotta run and don't look back. This is over.
John: And now?
Arthur: Now we just gotta help Dutch give the army a final tweak on his nose.
[If Arthur helps John escape from the Pinkertons, once the duo reach the summit of Grizzlies East...]
John:[looks around] Alright, Arthur. Come on, let's go.
Arthur:[coughs] You go.
John: Keep pushing, Arthur!
Arthur:[coughs some more] No... no. I think I've pushed out all I can!
John:[frustrated] Come on!
Arthur:[weakly] You go.
John: We ain't got time for this, not now!
Arthur:[coughs] ...we ain't both gonna make it. Go. Now. I'll hold them off. [takes his hat as he continues] It would mean a lot to me... please. [He places the hat on John's head and pats him on the shoulder.] There ain't no more time for talk. Go.
John:[still in shock] Arthur...
Arthur: Go to your family.
Arthur: Get the hell outta here and be a goddamn man!
John:[saddened] But... you're my brother.
Arthur: I know... [coughs] I know. [John takes one final look at him before running off]