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The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon 1×2

Laurent: Monsieur Daryl, what kind of death would you prefer?
Daryl: How about a quiet one?

Daryl: Just tell him the truth. He's gotta learn sometime.
Isabelle: You don't have children, do you? The truth can wait.

Daryl: Father Daryl? Really?

Lou: Father Daryl, would you lead us in a prayer of thanks?
Daryl: You mean, like, uh, saying grace?
Lou: Yes.
Daryl: Yeah. Sure. Um, Lord... I'm sure you have your reasons for turning the whole world upside-down. Maybe we deserve it for being so mean to each other. We probably do deserve it. But not tonight. No. Tonight is good. And if this isn't good enough for you, I don't know what is. Amen.

Isabelle: I feel sorry for them. Not to know what the world was like before.
Daryl: You can't miss what you never had.

Laurent: What makes me so special, anyway?

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L'âme Perdue

The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon 1×1

Judith: You deserve a happy ending, too...

Daryl: My name's Daryl Dixon. I come from a place called the Commonwealth. It's in America. I went out looking for something, and all I found was trouble. If I don't make it back, I want them to know I tried. Hell, I'm still trying.

Daryl: ... "God loves you".

Maribelle: Stop. Save the powder.

Daryl: A brû-what?
Isabelle: A brûlant. A burner.
Daryl: Dead ones at the market?
Isabelle: Mm-hmm. Here we call them "les affamés", "the hungry ones". Burner is just one kind.

Isabelle: We're a small community of nuns. Very small now, after 12 years.

Isabelle: How did you come to be in France?
Daryl: A bunch of bad decisions.

Isabelle: I'll be back with the dressings, Mr. Dixon.
Daryl: Daryl. You can call me Daryl.
Isabelle: Enchantée.

Isabelle: We believe humanity is enduring a test from which we will soon be delivered.
Daryl: Yeah, I never put much stock in, uh...
Isabelle: God?
Daryl: Mm-hmm.
Isabelle: Well, He put stock in you.

Daryl: How'd you end up here?
Isabelle: A bunch of good decisions.

Isabelle: Medieval churches often had weapons rooms. You needed them back then.
Daryl: Makes sense.
Isabelle: We've trained ourselves to use them, just in case.
Daryl: Killer nuns, huh?
Isabelle: Well, we can defend ourselves if we need to.

Laurent: How many people do you think live within the boundaries of what was once France? Starting from 67 million people before the fall, I speculate current French populace of fewer than 200,000.
Daryl: I was gonna say way less.
Laurent: Much less. Do you know how long it would take to repopulate that many people?
Daryl: No.
Laurent: Six generations. Perhaps seven. Hurts my stomach just thinking about it.
Daryl: Yeah, the math sucks.

Laurent: ... you're homesick. I see it in your eyes.
Daryl: What are you, a shrink?
Laurent: I feel things. In my stomach. I feel your sadness. Not to despair, Monsieur Daryl, but you deserve a happy ending, too.

Laurent: This is Père Jean. We are waiting for him to rise again.

Isabelle: We've been waiting for you. You're the messenger.

Isabelle: Laurent is special. I think you see that. ... He's shown abilities, perceptions, compassion beyond any child. He sees into people.
Daryl: We used to have a kid like that in grade school. Used to get his ass kicked a lot.

Isabelle: He'll be safer there, nurtured, until he's ready.
Daryl: Ready for what?
Isabelle: To be the new messiah. To lead the revival of humanity.

Isabelle: The world is lost. We know that. Hope fades gradually, and then all at once. If we're wrong, at least you will have helped a boy get to a better place. But if we're right... why not bet on hope?
Daryl: It ain't my problem.

Madame Superior: You don't believe. Maybe you never saw a reason to. But one thing I know... reasons are everywhere.

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