The Unveiling

Fear the Walking Dead 3×7

& Walker: You’re 200 years too late for peace, Jake. But just in time for lunch.

& Walker: The days of the white man’s courts are over. Land grabs, desecrations, over. Now you have our verdict, the first humans’ verdict. You must vacate our lands.

& Walker: You hate me. Good. Maybe you can understand the anger I have towards the Ottos. Magnify that hate a thousand times, and maybe you can understand.

& Alicia: You’re just a hypocrite playing the noble Native American.

& Jake: We share or we risk war.
    Jeremiah: You think that’ll satisfy Walker, huh? You think they’ll take one drop and not want a gallon? He’ll want everything.

& Jeremiah: I hear Alicia volunteered. Guess the apple don’t fall far when it comes to pain-in-the-ass predicaments.

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& Jeremiah: I would not piss in that man’s mouth if he was dying of thirst. .... this parley? Snakebit.

& Walker: Do you know what «apocalypse» means?
    Alicia: The end of the world.
    Walker: No. It means the Great Unveiling.

& Jeremiah: I’ve been thinking strange thoughts. Thinking on ghosts lately. It’s not your own sins that hold you, haunting the earth and wandering in limbo. It’s the crimes others done to you. Somehow, they’re worse than the dead. The ghosts, they... They carry your sins.

& Jeremiah: Them that don’t listen have to be brought to heel someday.

& Ofelia: So, am I a prisoner here?
    Madison: We’re all prisoners somewhere.

& Nick: I’ll do it.
    Troy: You feeling blue, Nicky?
    Nick: No, I’m just suicide-proof.

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