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John Clay: Indians took 'em. God help 'em.
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William Parcher: [analyzing a corpse] She should've bled out more.
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Henry Victor: Looks like you've found yourself a hole in the ground there, Will.
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Henry Victor: [to Coffey] You wanna go face an Indian war party on your lonesome? Those blanketheads will peel you like an orange, boy.
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Fergus Coffey: [taking a photo from his jacket] That's Maryanne.
Walnut Callaghan: She yours?
Fergus Coffey: I was working on her.
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Fergus Coffey: He called you Walnut.
Walnut Callaghan: Yeah, he did.
Fergus Coffey: Is that your name?
Walnut Callaghan: The name's Callaghan.
Fergus Coffey: Callaghan. You Irish?
[they both smile]
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Fergus Coffey: The name's Coffey.
Walnut Callaghan: Coffey. You black?
[they both smile]
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John Clay: Why do you spend so much time rubbin' that boy's belly? He already thinks you're Jesus Crockett.
William Parcher: I'm courtin' his mother.
John Clay: That's Gertrude Spacks' boy?
William Parcher: Yeah, oh. Oh.
John Clay: Skinny woman. Might as well just poke the boy.
William Parcher: That's not a very godly sentiment, John.
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Dobie Spacks: [while observing an Indian with binoculars] He's seen us.
Henry Victor: You think I didn't know that?
Dobie Spacks: Why ain't he running?
Henry Victor: Well, why don't we ask him?
[takes aim and shoots the Indian's horse, killing it]
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Fergus Coffey: I came close to joining the army after New York. Impossible to get work there. No one will hire the Irish on account of us being a bunch of thieves and beggars.
Walnut Callaghan: Sounds familiar.
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Dull Knife: [speaking in Indian language] I'm glad they like white men, too.
Henry Victor: What was that?
Ten Bear: He says he likes white men.
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Ten Bear: [speaking in Indian language] Where do we find the Burrowers?
Dull Knife: [speaking in Indian language] They'll find you. Even if you do taste like white man, now.
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William Parcher: Henry Victor would rather pull toes off the Sioux than follow the trail before us.
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William Parcher: Who takes men and horses and leaves the valuables to rot?
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William Parcher: Here, it's yours.
[passes Coffey a crucifix he's just taken from a victim]
Fergus Coffey: What do I do with it?
William Parcher: Hellfire, I don't know. Find comfort in your Maker. It's your watch.
[passes him his rifle]
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John Clay: [to Coffey] If you so much as touch that gun without my say-so, I will holster it in your ass.
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John Clay: You think that Sioux back there was Burrower tribe?
William Parcher: There's more flavours of Soiux that I can count.
John Clay: How come we never heard of them before?
William Parcher: I can't say. But I expect they'll introduce themselves shortly. The Mick ain't made us the most popular white men in Dakota.
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Walnut Callaghan: We've got a fire.
William Parcher: Careful, we don't know if these are friendlies.
Fergus Coffey: Yeah, well, as long as they are human.
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William Parcher: [to Coffey] We find the Utes; they lead us to the Burrower tribe; we kill the Burrowers; you get your girl; you build a cabin on the prairie and you play American.
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[last lines]
Henry Victor: Well, I guess all we can do is make sure them Indians never do something like this again.
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William Parcher: What is that?
Henry Victor: Hmm?
William Parcher: What the hell is that?
Henry Victor: It's a tobacco pouch.
William Parcher: It's ugly as shit.
Henry Victor: Yeah. Come off an Injun. Big buck by the name o' Sack-o-Tabacky.
William Parcher: Jesus Christ.
Dobie Spacks: W-What is it?
Henry Victor: Shit, son.
William Parcher: It's a scrotum, Dobie.
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Dull Knife: [Translation] You'll be awake in your grave. You'll be alive when they feed.
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Faith: [speaking in Indian language] They bury their food. Let it rot. The poisoned cannot sleep.
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William Parcher: They... they use some kind of poison. Bury their victims alive.
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Faith: [speaking in Indian language] When the blood is thick and the organs are soft, they return and eat. They drink.
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[first lines]
Fergus Coffey: [voice-over] It's about... Maryanne.
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Walnut Callaghan: They like my soft parts... Shit.
The Burrowers Quotes
Extended Reading
