Hell on Wheels 4×9
& Campbell: Good mornin’.
Bohannon: No, it ain’t.
& Durant: Well, it’s about time.
Campbell: Time, Mr. Durant, is a fickle mistress. First it appears an endless supply, and then suddenly the last few grains of sand trickle down the hourglass.
& Bohannon: Most of ’em won’t be expecting a fight nor ready for one. Surprise is better than bullets.
Mickey: I’ll take the surprise, but I’ll be having me bullets as well.
& Sidney: You believe in God, Bohannon? Jesus and all that shit? I never understood people prayin’ to a guy who let himself get crucified. And for what?
Bohannon: I reckon faith ain’t easily explained to some.
& Delaney: Going to war with the Governor is insurrection, Mr. Bohannon.
Bohannon: Wouldn’t be my first do-si-do.
Delaney: You’ll wind up in prison or worse.
Bohannon: Yeah, danced that number likewise.
& Bohannon: You work for the Union Pacific, Mr. Delaney. That’s a dream for some. For others, it’s an obsession. My granddaddy tore hisself a cotton empire out of swamp bottom and a sun, and I aim to do similar with this here railroad.
& Mickey: Shotgun. Balls and powder... All of ’em.
Seller: The whole rack?
Mickey: All of it.
& Bohannon: You make things right with Campbell. He wants to keep his job. He’ll negotiate with you.
Durant: Your confidence is very annoying, Bohannon.
Bohannon: I was just ponderin’ what you’d do if things was similar. I’m wrong, you tell me now. .... Just like old times.
Durant: I preferred the cover of the hotel... When they were shooting at you.
& Bohannon: Last chance, Sid. End of the line.
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