Lyle DeRose

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.

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?