Geraldine Moreno

Dolores Abernathy: There is beauty in this world. Arnold made it that way, but people like you keep spreading over it like a stain!

Logan: Okay, I don't know who the fuck this Arnold is, but your world was built for me and people like me. Not for you.

Dolores Abernathy: Then someone's got to burn it clean.

Man in Black: Aw, yeah, cue the waterworks. About time you realized the futility of your situation.

Dolores Abernathy: I'm not crying for myself. I'm crying for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world. As big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look at what it's done to you. One day you will perish. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors effaced. Your bones will turn to sand. And upon that sand a new god will walk. One that will never die. Because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who has yet to come.