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Josh Faraday: Our paths cross again. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Sam Chisolm: Took a job. Looking for some men to join me.
Josh Faraday: Is there money in it?
Emma Cullen: [tosses him a jingling bag]
Josh Faraday: And who's she?
Sam Chisolm: "Joan of Arc."
Emma Cullen: My name's Emma Cullen. And this is my associate, Teddy Q.
Josh Faraday: Well, I do have an affinity for shiny things.
[tosses the bag back to her]
Josh Faraday: Is it difficult?
Sam Chisolm: Impossible.
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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?
Dodge Prince
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