Jesus: The pain begins. It slides up my back and just before it gets to my eyes, it digs in its claws.
Jesus: Is that you?
Jesus: I'm not gonna leave here until you speak to me.
Jesus: You're here to trick me.
The Cobra/Satan: Trick you? To love and care for a woman, to have a family? This is a trick? Why are you trying to save the world? Aren't your own sins enough for you? What arrogance to think you can save the world. The world doesn't have to be saved: save yourself. Find love.
Jesus: I have love.
Jesus: God loves me. I know he loves me. I want him to stop.
Jesus: Do you think that God belongs only to you? He doesn't: God's an immortal spirit who belongs to everybody! To the whole world! You think, you are special? God is not an Israelite.
Jesus: Today and tomorrow I cast out demons and work cures. On the third day, I will be perfected.
Rabbi: That is blasphemy.
Jesus: Didn't they tell you? I am the saint of blasphemy. Don't make any mistakes, I didn't come here to bring peace, I came to bring a sword.
Rabbi: Talking like that will get you killed.
Jesus: Me, killed? Listen to me. This temple will be torn down in three days, torn down to the ground.
Jesus: If I could touch every stone, if I could breathe on every branch, they'd get up and follow me. So what's wrong with you?
Thomas Wake: Why'd ya spill yer beans?
Ephraim Winslow: What made your last keeper leave?
Thomas Wake: He believed that there was some enchantment in the light. Went mad, he did.
Ephraim Winslow: Tall tales.
Thomas Wake: What?
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: How long have we been on this rock? Five weeks? Two Days? Help me to recollect.
Thomas Wake: Tell me, what's a timberman want with being a wicky?
Ephraim Winslow: Just looking to earn a living just like any man. Start anew.
Thomas Wake: On the run.
Grace's Father: Now, they will not admit it, but it's a fact. Deep down inside, there isn't a woman alive who doesn't nurture these fantasies... whether they involve harems, being hunted through the jungle by torch-bearing natives. However much they go on and on about civilization and democracy, sexy it ain't.
Deputy Pell: You got no right to be here. This is a political meeting.
Ward: Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.
Deputy Pell: It's a damn political meeting, Hoover Boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting, but smells more like Klan to me... with or without the Halloween costumes.
Deputy Pell: It's a goddamn political meeting, hoover boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting but it smells more like Klan to me, with or without the Halloween costumes.
