William: Corruption, thou art my father.
Caleb: She desires of my blood. She sends 'em upon me. They feed upon her teats, her nether parts. She sends 'em upon me.
Black Phillip: Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
William: We will conquer this wilderness. It will not consume us.
Caleb: Mother, I've brought a book, will you look at it with me?