Chinatown

Hell on Wheels 5×1

& Chang: What can I get for you? Something to eat? Tea?
    Bohannon: Just them workers right there.
    Chang: Oh, in China, it’s an offense to refuse a host’s offer of food or drink. But this isn’t China, thank God.

& Bohannon: Sooner or later, a beat dog bites.

& Phineas: Heavenly Father. Thank you. Thank you for... I’m sorry, brothers, I know not what to say.
    The Swede: Heavenly Father, bless this loathsome gruel we have set before us. Thank thee for this time with our beloved companions, Hunger, Want and Desolation. Bless this frigid, lonesome desert, this emptiness which threatens to freeze our hearts. For though we are alone and surrounded by wolves, we know we are not forsaken...
    Phineas: For our faith sustains us.
    The Swede: In the name of Jesus Christ.
    Phineas: And our prophet, my father, Brigham Young in Zion. Amen.

& Jim: You don’t have many friends, do you, Bohannon?
    Bohannon: Hmm. None living.

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& Chang: There are superstitious fools among both our peoples. They attribute our fates to Cai Shen riding his black tiger, Jesus Christ on his cross, Joseph Smith uncovering his tablets, or to a simple four-leaf clover.
    Jim: I met a Injun once, prayed to a bottle of whiskey.
    Chang: «This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, the stars, as if we were villains of necessity.»
    Bohannon: So. You’re a villain.
    Chang: «I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.»
    Jim: You’re pretty well-spoke for a heathen, ain’t you, Chang?

& Huntington: They have an ancient civilization, Mr. Bohannon. They’re mysterious and wise, industrious. Beautiful in their way. Oh, you can hire them, admire them, eat their food, lay with their women. It’s easy to get distracted. Hmm.

& Bohannon: Now you think I’m the devil. That’s fine. Probably take a devil to finish this road.
    The Swede: Mmm-hmm.
    Bohannon: And you can call yourself whatever you like, long as you brought a shovel. Because this ain’t the Mormon fort, you Swedish son of a bitch. You work for me.

& Bohannon: I got a race to win.

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