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Amy's Forever Knight Concordance

Compiled by Amy R.
Last Modified July 1, 2008   (Original April 1, 2002)

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Addiction

 

Mai Chung:

Men come to me to control their desires, their urges.  For sex, for food, for opium.  For you the urge is blood.  But urges and desires are all in the mind.  And the nerves that lead from the mind.
Nick:

Hi, my name's Nick, and I'm an addict.  Well, it's been three days since I stopped abusing.  I'm still alive.

~~~~~
Monica:

Ah, the beast within.  It's a good description for it, isn't it?  The way it gnaws at you, the way it chews your insides.
Nick:

Yeah.  Yeah, it's a good description.
Monica:

Sometimes, though, it gets to be too much.  Too much to hold in, and you just want to give it a rest, just say, "What the hell," just let it out.
Nick:

That's why you have to control yourself.
Nick: Hey, wait a second -- "Donut"?  Did you just call him "Donut"?
Jim Anderson: You mean you don't?
Nick: Well, maybe now we do.
Schanke: I'm warning you, Knight.  It's a name I got because I used to have an affinity for junk food.
Nick: I guess now it's grown into a full-blown addiction.

~~~~~
Schanke: Hey, I thought you told me you quit.
Jim Anderson: I told you: you quit, I quit.  That's the deal.
Schanke: I have not had a smoke in two weeks.
Jim Anderson: Not according to your wife.
Tracy:

What was I supposed to do, give her a field sobriety test in my living room?

~~~~~
Tracy:

Mom, I thought you stopped drinking.
Barbara Vetter:

Oh, well, I still like a little drink on special occasions.
Tracy:

And what's special about today?  Let me guess: it's Wednesday?
Barbara Vetter:

I don't appreciate your sarcasm, Tracy.
Tracy:

You know how much trouble the drinking caused you and Dad?
Barbara Vetter:

You known damn well it wasn't because of my drinking that your father wound up in bed with . . . . I deserve a drink for putting up with him . . . .  I wanted something else for you, something better.  I didn't want to worry about you, too.  I was sick with worrying.
Tracy:

So you drank and made yourself sicker.

[Topics]


Archaeology

 

Reporter: Mr. Girard, the Dean of Archaeology has been quoted as saying that he will review your tenure.
Nick: Well, I've been tried and convicted and my hearing has barely begun.  It's hardly a surprise that I've been sentenced, as well.
Reporter: Does this mean you'll resign your position as Associate Professor of Archaeology?
Nick: Do I have a choice?

~~~~~
Nick: That's a unique figurine.  It's from the Upper Paleolithic period.  You know, that little piece of clay is from a dig that single-handedly changed modern archaeology's mind about when the Paleolithic period started.  It's a very important piece.
Natalie: It's fascinating.  Is that one, too?
Nick: What?
Natalie: A very, very important piece.
Nick: Indeed.  You are looking at a desk nameplate taken from the Chicago area circa 1954.  It represents the end of a significant period in the ongoing transient life of a certain indigenous vampire.
Natalie: You hated leaving that one behind, didn't you?  I know how you feel about archaeology.
Nick: I had some remarkable students.  And I think I was actually making a difference.
Natalie: I don't doubt it for a moment.

 

[Topics]


Cars

 

Schanke: Great car.
Nick: It works.
Vachon: Cars are sexier with fins, don't you think?  More predatory.

[Topics]


Converts and Crossing Over

 

Natalie:

I know what you are, and I know what you can do.  You can have me -- if you bring me across.

Nick:

She was a victim.

Janette:

So was I.  So were you.  So is every vampire in the beginning, seduced by one thing or another, ignorant of the consequences.

~~~~~
Nick:

I cannot undo it, Serena.  I cannot give back what I took from you.

Vachon:

It was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.  And yet, it was somehow . . . pure.

Urs:

I asked you to kill me, not to bring me across.  Not to bear for eternity what I couldn't bear for another second.  I asked for death, and you gave me forever.  Forever.

Nick:

I brought her across.

Lacroix:

Life is a fire, Nicholas.  It can be rekindled from the tiniest ember, so long as it is not allowed to become too cold.  This fire is dead.  Oh, well.  Never mind.  It is a subtle art.  Practice will make perfect.  It was your first attempt, after all.

Nick:

Lacroix, help me.  Please.

Lacroix:

I cannot, Nicholas.  I told you -- don't take too much.

[Topics]


Cops

 

Nick:

We're going to need a Chinese player on this.  People down here don't trust the cops.  We don't speak the same language.

~~~~~
Ray Quan:

I'm a trained investigator.  Maybe not by police standards, but at Immigration, I'm considered pretty hot.

~~~~~
Nick:

Well, I'm a cop, Janette.  If I have too many possessions, they think I'm dirty.

Schanke:

Never listen to the stuff.  The job's enough of a reminder what a colorful world we live in.

Schanke:

It's a promotion, Jimbo.
Jim Anderson: It's homicide, Donut.  Why the hell would I want to go back to that?

~~~~~
Jim Anderson: I'm a dyed-in-the-wool vice cop now.  These are my people down here, you know?  Looking after them makes me feel like I'm doing something.

~~~~~
Stonetree: You know, I lost a partner.  Billy Wisdom, back in '78.  Great cop.  Family man.  He was a real influence on me.  Some smartass parolee ambushed us with a shotgun.  I emptied my revolver in the guy, put a hole in him the size of my fist, but that didn't bring Billy back.  Never does.

~~~~~
Nick:

We're all capable of losing our judgment once in a while.  All somebody has to do is press the right buttons.

Schanke:

Well, he really pressed mine.  Problem is, he was right.  I mean, he had me.  And all those things he said?  You wonder how good a cop you really are.

Nick:

Look.  You became a cop -- and a damned good one -- for more reasons than being able to shoot.  You didn't have to draw your gun on that Jefferson case, and you saved more than three lives.  And you didn't have to draw your weapon when you pulled Mary McCaffrey out of that burning car.

Schanke:

You been reading my files?

Nick:

All I'm saying is that Anderson was right.  There's more to being a good cop than picking up dead bodies.  And you're a good cop.

Nick:

You've said it yourself in the past: tired cops get careless.

Barbara Vetter:

You like to think you're your own person, don't you Tracy?  Well, you are not.  And you never will be.  You are your father's person.  That's why you're a cop, Tracy.  He made you what he wanted you to be.  And you never had a choice.

Reese:

You think I'm pushing her.  But if she wants to cut the mustard as a homicide cop, she's going to have to get over this squeamishness.

[Topics]


Coroners/Medical Examiners and Pathology

 

Natalie:

I'm sorry, Nick.  It's been a bad day.  They've cut my budget all to hell.  I've got to lose two of the attendants from my shift, and they've all got families.  Worst of it is, they've got nothing to go to.  Working in a morgue doesn't really qualify you for anything else.

~~~~~
Nick:

It's like riding a bike.  You never forget.

Natalie:

Nick, most of my patients in the last few years have been dead.

Nick:

Well, then, this'll be a nice change.

Natalie:

Ah, Nick, shall we?  I've got places to go, people to dissect.

Janette:

Your friend is an excellent surgeon.

[Topics]


Crime

 

Schanke: You figure that machine-gun attack was civilized?
Natalie:

This stuff makes vampires look like cute little schoolboys.  You know, I see this thing over and over.  I know why it happens, technically --
Nick:

But understanding psychologically is another matter?
Stonetree: You know, I lost a partner.  Billy Wisdom, back in '78.  Great cop.  Family man.  He was a real influence on me.  Some smartass parolee ambushed us with a shotgun.  I emptied my revolver in the guy, put a hole in him the size of my fist, but that didn't bring Billy back.  Never does.
Schanke: Ain't technology wonderful?
Nick: Not when you're a criminal.
  • from “Can't Run, Can't Hide”
Lacroix: C'est la guerre, mon ami.
Nick:

This isn't war.  This is a crime!
Lacroix: Yes.  Yes, it is.  What are you going to do about it?  What will you do to bring these criminals to justice?
DeLabarre:

Such ugly business, this.  In time, the true killer will be unearthed.
Tracy: You can press charges against him. ... All right. Give me a call if you change your mind.

~~~~~
Tracy: No.  It's murder.

[Topics]


Cures

 

Natalie:

Whatever happens, promise you won't give up.  You'll always keep trying to become human.

Natalie:

These things really make you uncomfortable, don't they?

Nick:

They make me feel weak.  I'm afraid of them

Natalie:

Well, it's the next thing we should work on.

Nick:

If you don't mind, I'd just as soon stick with your garlic pills.

Natalie:

To become mortal, Nick, you're going to have to confront your immortal fears.

~~~~~
Nick:

Well, the garlic pills are definitely an improvement.

~~~~~
Natalie:

You were able to hold it!

Nick:

It burns, but not as badly.  Who knows -- maybe I'm a step closer.

Natalie:

To God or mortality?

Nick:

Maybe both.

Natalie:

Well that's strange.  The wound is still open.

Nick:

It can't be.

Natalie:

I wonder.

Nick:

What?

Natalie:

Well, this must mean your metabolism's changing.  I mean, this thing should have been healed and sealed within minutes, right?

Nick:

Well, usually, bullets go right through me.

Natalie:

An open wound is a definite improvement!  Means you're not healing as fast as you did.  I don't know, but we might be seeing shades of mortality here.  Program must be working.  I mean, look, you can see yourself in the mirror.

Nick:

Only sometimes.

Natalie:

Have you tried that artificial blood I gave you?

Nick:

Oh, you mean the low fat, zero cholesterol, no sodium, absolutely no flavor --

Natalie:

"No flavor."  Well, don't knock it, tiger.  It's obviously working.

Nick:

Wow.

Natalie:

You felt pain!

Nick:

Uh, not much, but --

Natalie:

But some!  I hit a little teeny tiny human nerve end in there!  Hold still.

Nick:

Take it easy.

~~~~~
Natalie:

Well, you are still a medical marvel, but I think we are getting just a little bit closer.

Nick:

Sometimes in our desperation, we'll believe anything.  We'll do anything.

Natalie:

Well, have you stopped drinking blood? . . . What about the medication, the prescription for your skin? Everything that I do, what is it for if you won't work with me? I mean, you say that you will, but you don't.

Natalie:

One way you treat the disease, the other way you treat the symptom.  I'm a treat-the-disease kind of gal, myself.

[Topics]


Faith and Religion

 

Nick:

Well, they do have a point.  After all, why would God reveal His plans through a farmer's daughter?

Joan:

Why did He send His Son to us as a carpenter?

Nick:

And so you will die a martyr.  I'm sure that will please you very much.

Joan:

What would please me very much is to be back in Dom Remy with my family.

Nick:

So you are afraid of dying.  Life isn't so "everlasting" now.  I can give it to you.  A life that never ends.  A power beyond your imagination.

Joan:

Don't.

Nick:

Why throw your life away for the Church -- for some pious old men who lied to you?  How can you do that?

Joan:

If my death is necessary to keep the Church strong, then so be it.  I will live on in the hereafter.

Nick:

How can you be so sure your God will be waiting for you on the other side?

Joan:

Faith.  Pure, simple faith.  Take this to remember me by, to remember that the faith you have lost is always there to regain.

~~~~~
Nick:

I wanted to bring her over, to save her life, but she wouldn't let me.  You know, she had this incredible strength, this courage, utter lack of fear.

Natalie:

Faith.

Nick:

Yeah.  Faith in her own immortality.  The spiritual kind, not the kind I had to offer.

~~~~~
Father Rouchfort:

He can be forgiven.  We all can be forgiven.  Detective, even you can have life everlasting.

Dean: Do you believe in life after death?
Nick: In a strange way, yeah.
Janette:

The things you concern yourself with are just specks in time.  Why do you do it?  Why does it matter?
Nick:

It'll help me find my soul.
Janette:

Your soul is long gone.  You lost it when Lacroix brought you over.
Nick:

What crime could you possibly have committed that torments you so, Ilsa?

Ilsa:

I committed a woman's crime.  Seduction.  I seduced a nobleman.

Nick:

I have known seductresses.  And despite your willingness to expose your naked body to pose here for an artist, I do not see in you -- I do not get from you -- the messages or signals that the seductress sends out with every movement of her mouth, her face, her body.

Ilsa:

You're not a woman.  You don't understand.  Even when I don't wish to, even when I am unaware of what I am doing, my evil -- woman's evil -- is at work. 

Nick:

Yes, I know that is the popular belief.

Ilsa:

Belief?  Fact!  Proven.  Taught.  Preached.  Daily.  Nightly.  Where're you from?  Where've you been?

Natalie:

Thank you.  We're all praying.

Lacroix:

I have no taste for holiness in any of its forms.  It plays havoc with my digestion.

Lacroix:

Which do you suppose is worse, Nicholas, to die, or to be left in a living hell?  A form of life whose only purpose is survival and nothing more.  To exist for the sake of existing.  Such bitter irony -- the mortals sustain us, their art, their laughter, their society, their blood.  Our eternal lives aren't worth much without them, are they?
Nick:

So who is the more powerful in the end, the hunter or the hunted?
Lacroix:

I don't know.  Perhaps there is a power that's greater than both.
Nick:

And the possibility frightens you, doesn't it?
Lacroix:

But what kind of god is it, that can create such perversity, that can make such torture?
Nick:

Sometimes in our desperation, we'll believe anything.  We'll do anything.

Eric Sawchuck:

She was a woman of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.

Nick:

Isaiah, chapter fifty-three, verse three.  It's paraphrased.

~~~~~
Lacroix:

This god, and this devil, are a mere human contrivance, and convenience.  They are for the justification of slaughter without the tricky business of accountability.

Sancho:

You are also a non-believer?

Nick:

If there is a God, He has not yet shown Himself to me.

Sancho:

For the sake of your souls, do not abandon your faith!  Though there may be evil within you, there is God also.

~~~~~
Tracy:

So you mind telling me why you're so familiar with biblical quotes?

Nick:

It's always a good idea to know what the other side is up to.

~~~~~
Lacroix:

Why give glory to a devil other than yourself?

~~~~~
Lacroix:

Listen to me, Nicholas!  You must fight this demon.  There is goodness in you -- there is God in you.  Use it!

~~~~~
Vanderwahl:

For the devil to be driven out, one must first believe that God has not abandoned the soul.  Torn as he is by good and evil, Nick does have faith.

Natalie:

You mean what we think we saw? . . .  Well, I'm not going to go on record saying that I saw a ghost, but if someone were to ask me if I'd had some kind of religious experience, I'd have to take the fifth.

[Topics]


Favors

 

Nick:

Janette, I need a favor.
Janette: Darling, I'm warning you, you're using them all up at once.

[Topics]


Family

 

Chung:

And what of her name?  Her past?
Nick:

Her past will be over.  Forgotten.
Chung:

The past.  You never forget that.  . . .  She will never escape the past.  I know, I have never been able to.

~~~~~

Chung:

You are the thing that killed my mother.
Janette:

He does look like your father, doesn't he?
Nick:

How can you be so cruel?
Lacroix:

It was bred into me.
Nick:

No.  No, we're killers, not torturers.
Lacroix:

I was referring to a more insidious kind of "breeding."  You're right; the resemblance is uncanny.  Tell me you love me, father.  Say, I love you, Oedipus.  Say, I'm sorry, Oedipus, and, forgive me, Oedipus, my son, for the treacherous introduction to the world that I gave you.
Nick:

Oedipus killed his father by accident!
Lacroix:

Nobody believes that.  Not anymore.
Schanke:

My old man, God rest his soul, he used to say to me, "the best defense is a good offense."  Guy goes for you, you go right for his throat.
Nick:

Hey, Del! . . . Where's Schanke?
Del:

School concert.  His daughter is singing tonight, so he'll be back later.
Nick:

You family guys stick together, huh?

~~~~~

Del:

It ain't easy bringing up kids, Nick.  You should try it.
Nick:

I want to.  . . .  I do think about it, sometimes.

~~~~~

Janette:

Isn't it refreshing to have a little one about the house?  Almost as if we were a real family.  It's a strange but sweet sensation.  I think I rather like it.

~~~~~

Natalie:

How's the babysitting detail going?

Nick:

I'm enjoying it.  And I'm afraid of it.  Who knows?  If mortality is my future, maybe a family of my own is possible, too.

~~~~~

Lacroix:

Keep him.  What our Janette wants, she must have.  . . .  Do you think that Janette's motives are entirely maternal?  Ask her yourself.  She has plans for the boy.

~~~~~

Nick:

Another time and place, another life, you would be welcome as a son to me.

~~~~~

Schanke:

You are missing out on the best years.  Believe me.  I've got a daughter; I do know.
Nick:

When I chose this, the future of our family fell to you.
Nick:

But there's no suicide note!  I mean, she didn't even say goodbye to her family, or tell them that she loved them.  Something about that I can't accept.
Serena:

They say that marriage is not a possibility for you . . . or the burden of a family.
Nick:

Which is not to say I wouldn't like one.
Serena:

But you can't.  You won't.
Nick:

I have . . . other concerns.
Urs:

My father abandoned my family when I was twelve.  But we told ourselves, we wouldn't let it destroy us.  Growing up, I thought I'd forgotten him . . . .  I realized I've spent my life searching for my father in every man I've met.  Someone to approve of me.  To tell me I was a good girl.  And maybe even love me.  And I did whatever it took.

Tracy:

Maybe that's why I always used to run to my dad for advice.  I couldn't make decisions, 'cause he'd never let me learn how.

Natalie:

Nanna, listen to me.  I'm sorry I never came to the hospital.  But I have to tell you the truth.  Do you remember when I was a little girl and you used to take care of me?

Nanna:

Yes, I remember.  I hit you.  I hurt you.  Now I know how wrong I was.  I'm sorry, Natasha.  Can you forgive me?

~~~~~

Natalie:

. . . she apologized to me.  I've been waiting my whole life for her to apologize.

Lacroix:

It seems I have lost a daughter, and regained a son.

Tracy:

Look, Dad, the divorce is your business.  The settlement is your business, okay?  She's not happy about it.  I am not taking sides.

~~~~~

Tracy:

You're lucky you don't have family, Nick.  I mean, I know it must get hard around the holidays, but, take it from me, family's not all it's cracked up to be. . . .  My parents.  Sometimes I can't tell if I'm supposed to be their daughter or their referee.

Lacroix:

The loss of a family member is never easy, especially when you had the power to prevent it.
Divia:

Daughter, mother, lover: why can't I be all three?  You need someone to love, Lucius, and I need you!

~~~~~
Divia:

One always knows family.

~~~~~
Divia:

Father . . . don't let me die.  Father . . .

[Topics]


Fear

 

Nick:

They make me feel weak.  I'm afraid of them.

Natalie:

Well, it's the next thing we should work on.

Nick:

If you don't mind, I'd just as soon stick with your garlic pills.

Natalie:

To become mortal, Nick, you're going to have to confront your immortal fears.

~~~~~
Nick:

You know, she had this incredible strength, this courage, utter lack of fear.

Natalie:

Faith.

Nick:

Yeah.  Faith in her own immortality.  The spiritual kind, not the kind I had to offer.  Bring the cross closer to me.

Natalie:

Why are you all so afraid of it?

Nick:

Because it's a symbol of the one, true light and we're creatures of the dark.

~~~~~
Nick:

You think I am cursed?  I, who will live forever?
Joan:

Oh, yes, very, because you are afraid of salvation.  You who choose to live forever live in constant fear of death.  I do not.
Chung:

It's not stubbornness.  She's afraid of revenge.  We should all be afraid of revenge.

Nick:

I know what real fear looks like.  She was scared. . . .  She had that cornered look, like she'd gotten in too deep.

Natalie:

How's the babysitting detail going?

Nick:

I'm enjoying it.  And I'm afraid of it.

Natalie:

I finished Dr. Carter.  There's nothing.  She killed herself.  And the world is going to end.  I'm afraid this time, Nick.  Really afraid.

~~~~~
Lacroix:

Perhaps there is a power that's greater than both.
Nick:

And the possibility frightens you, doesn't it?
Lacroix:

But what kind of god is it, that can create such perversity, that can make such torture?

[Topics]


Friendship

 

Father Rouchfort:

Now, let's break a little bread and start over as friends.  How do you feel about bratwurst and sauerkraut?

Natalie:

"Old friend" takes on a whole new meaning with you.

Nick:

You know, Schanke, you've got a dirty mind.  Nat and I are just good friends.
Schanke:

Oh, yeah, right.
Nick:

I didn't think you would understand.

~~~~~
Lacroix:

Hello, Nicholas.  We're going to be friends for a long, long time.
Nick:

Why won't you understand?  Our friendship is over.
Lacroix:

No.  It's forever.  And anyway, it's not your choice.

~~~~~
Nick:

Natalie.  This is Janette.  We're just old friends.
Lacroix:

My poor, miserable friend.  What a shallow existence you must be enduring.

Schanke:

What I said earlier, about the addiction stuff?  Stricken from the record, pal.  You're my partner, and I'll take you any way I can get you.
Janette:

Your friend is an excellent surgeon.
Nick:

When I leave, the only thing I will take with me is the memory of your kind heart.
Brianna:

Where's your mortal friend?
Janette:

Lying down in back.  [pause]  She's not my friend.

Vachon:

What kind of friends do you think I hang around with, anyway?
Tracy:

Hey, I've met them, remember?

Lacroix:

I am your oldest friend.

Tracy:

I'll take you to Screed; you can be with your friend.

[Topics]


Ghosts

 

Erica:

I'm waiting, Nicholas.  Once, you said you'd follow.
Nick:

. . . There are only two ways to escape eternity.  One way is to join the dead.  The other, to join the living.
Erica:

I'll be waiting.
Natalie:

I don't really believe in ghosts.
Nick:

You didn't believe in vampires, either.
Natalie:

Look, I know you're a figment of my imagination, but please don't sneak up on me like that! . . . Nanna, you're been dead for years.  How can you be here?

Nanna:

I don't know.  I saw you last night, so I followed to ask why you don't come see me in the hospital.

~~~~~
Natalie:

Could be hysteria, hypnotic suggestion, maybe even an hallucinogenic agent.  Haven't slept going on two days; that could be it.  Or -- I could just be losing my mind.

Tracy:

You're not crazy.  it's happening to me, too.

Nick:

All right, I saw someone, too.  A woman in the house . . .

~~~~~
Natalie:

Nanna, wait.  You have to tell me, where are you?

Nanna:

I'm sleeping, Natasha. In a beautiful dream.

~~~~~
Alyssa:

You're in grave danger, Nicholas.

Nick:

Please forgive me for what I've done.

Alyssa:

I do.  I forgive you.  I needed to know that you remembered me and what we had together.

Nick:

What we almost had.

Alyssa:

Seeing you again gives me great peace.  You must go now.  Others are coming.  Some among them bear you ill will, souls you dispatched from this world who cannot be appeased.  Go now.  Go quickly.

Nick:

Please -- come with me.

Alyssa:

I cannot.

Nick:

Be with me a while longer.

Alyssa:

I cannot.  But I can help you.  I know what it is you seek, why you came here.  The answer is here, Nicholas.  Come to me and see.

~~~~~
Nick:

She's finished here.  We've made our peace. . . .  Just someone I loved, and lost, a long, long time ago.  Someone who needed to be remembered.

~~~~~
Natalie:

You mean what we think we saw?  I don't know.  You know what bothers me about this is that each of our ghosts told us the same thing -- things we subconsciously wanted to hear. . . .  Well, I'm not going to go on record saying that I saw a ghost, but if someone were to ask me if I'd had some kind of religious experience, I'd have to take the fifth.

[Topics]


Guilt

 

Father Rouchfort:

He can be forgiven.  We all can be forgiven.  Detective, even you can have life everlasting.

Nick:

She heaps all the blame and guilt on herself.

Natalie:

Yeah, well, there are plenty of us who have that problem.

~~~~~

Stonetree:

Then you're guilty of adultery, not murder.  That's grounds for divorce, okay.  But you didn't pull the trigger.  I know you're feeling responsible about Gubbins's death.  But you're not the executioner.  You'll feel guilty about it for the rest of your life; I know that.  But you did not commit murder.

~~~~~

Nick:

C'mon.  You know where your husband's taken Stonetree; I know you do.  You felt inferior, corrupt.  You seduced Gubbins.  And you've done whatever's necessary to protect your husband.  But tonight, something changed.  While you were driving the captain's car, something changed.  That's why you're here.  Tell us right now, Mrs. Fiori, or you'll be responsible for the captain's death.

Lisa Cooper:

Without me, those guys wouldn't've come here.  You almost got killed because of me.  It was all my fault.

Nick:

Stop beating yourself up, Lisa.  It's not your fault that those guys are killers.  And you were here because you were doing the right thing.

Lisa Cooper:

Nick, I stole those comics.  That's why I was running and bumped into that Marty guy.  I started all of it.

Nick:

Marty Angelo died because he was a thief stealing from thieves.  His life killed him, Lisa, not you.  The drunk driver who killed your mom?  His fault, not yours.  You can't go on hurting because of what adults dump on you, Lisa.

Nick:

Aren't we supposed to acknowledge and apologize for any pain we might have caused?
Natalie: Hey, that's okay. No one said that this was going to be easy.
Nick:

My lord, you must know that I am innocent!

DeLabarre:

Of course, Nicholas, of course.  Such ugly business, this.  In time, the true killer will be unearthed.  No doubt it was one of the field hands, one of their own, bent on taking the poor woman.

Nick:

What's to become of me?

DeLabarre:

I've managed to secure your freedom, Nicholas, on condition that you pay your debt and your penance by fighting in the Holy Land.

Nick:

I'm not a murderer.  I must have a chance for a fair trial.

DeLabarre:

Are you blind, man?  You are a foreigner here.  The harper woman was their native daughter.  Stay to protest and they'll have your head.  The Archbishop and I have exercised all our resources in order to secure this reprieve, Nicholas.  I advise you to accept it with our blessing and take your sword to Jerusalem.

Cohen:

There's no need whatsoever to feel guilty about the shooting. You did everything you could, Nick.

Lacroix:

Your mistake will be rectified; your silly guilt will be relieved.  She's doing you a favor.

Nick: Please forgive me for what I've done.
Alyssa: I do.  I forgive you.
Lacroix: Does it not trouble you to have killed your own master?
Divia: Why should it?
Lacroix: Guilt is a poison, and staying past our time is death.

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Heaven and Hell

 

Joan:

I will live on in the hereafter.

Nick:

How can you be so sure your God will be waiting for you on the other side?

Dean: Do you believe in life after death?
Nick: In a strange way, yeah.
Lacroix:

The silent scream of endless pain.  A "hellish alchemy" indeed.  Not death, not hell itself: but a precious, precious flower, long withered, and gone.

Lacroix:

Ah, we ancient immortals will linger for some while after you're gone.  I have been delivered from death -- to a more permanent hell.

~~~~~

Lacroix:

Which do you suppose is worse, Nicholas, to die, or to be left in a living hell?  A form of life whose only purpose is survival and nothing more.  To exist for the sake of existing.  Such bitter irony -- the mortals sustain us, their art, their laughter, their society, their blood.  Our eternal lives aren't worth much without them, are they?
Vachon: See you in hell, sailor.
Nick: I loved her too much to subject her to your hell.

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Hobbies / Leisure Activities

 

Denise: Your wife was out tonight, wasn't she?
Schanke:

Yeah, she was bowling.

Denise: Yeah, that's right.  Bowling.
Schanke: [on cell phone]  C'mon, pick up, pick up, pick up.  Myra!  Myra, you're in.  [pause]  Well, I knew that; I knew you'd be home.  [pause]  That's funny; you don't even know how to play poker.  [pause]  So what'd you bowl tonight?  160, 180, or your usual spectacular 86?  [pause]  Right, right, of course, but who won?  I mean was it you?  Angela?  I know you're competitive.  [pause]  Yeah, yeah, I'm here, I'm here.  I'm out here in the middle of the night doing overtime for the kids, for you.  You know, world-class shopper that you are, Myra.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that.  Listen, honey, is there something -- that I should know?  [pause] [hangs up]  "Sloth."  Well, that's better than what she called me last week.
Stonetree:

Don, you still got that cottage up north?

Schanke: Yeah.
Schanke:

. . . and before I can get another word in edgewise, she's saying, "Oh, what about the Gulf of St. Lawrence?" and "The whales can't wait; it'll be another year before mating time."

Schanke:

I just want to go up to the cottage, spend a little bit of time, you know, up at the lake, Father's Day with my wife and kid.

Cohen:

Gentlemen, let me lay it out for you.  No points for extracurricular activities.  You want to fill free time, try golf.

~~~~~

Schanke: Captain, speaking of down-time, Myra and I would like to steal away up to the lake.  The bigmouth are biting, fresh air, R&R . . .
Cohen: Spare me the scenic details, Detective.  Fish with your partner.

~~~~~

Schanke: You know, Nick, you're killing all the romance in my life?  Myra was really hot for that weekend.
Nick: Fishing turns her on?
Schanke: Fishermen, Nick.  And outboard motors.  [imitates motor]  Myra responds heatedly to the call of the wild, if you get my drift.  Fishing triggers the spawning instinct in her.
Nick: Transport has a William Briese in Riverdale.  You thinking what I'm thinking?
Schanke: Only if you're thinking about Myra in hip-waders.

~~~~~

Schanke: Guess I'd better break the bad news to Myra.  There goes our weekend.
Nick: Fish'll keep a few days.
Schanke: Who said anything about fishing?
Schanke: Guess where I am!  Myra contacted me, just like you said she would, by sending me a cab and a plane ticket to guess where?  Honolulu!  She met me at the airport wearing a lei and a grass skirt.  It was fantastic.
Nick: Well, I know you wanted Vegas, Schank, but it sounds like the salt air is doing you some good.
Schanke: Well, I guess listening to the ukuleles is much better than listening to the slot machines, and probably much better for ye old relationship, too.
Nick: Yeah.  It's not something we should take for granted.
Schanke: Listen.  I, uh, convinced some of the guys from the Vegas trip to, uh, come out here instead, so if any of them call the station, I'm in room 232 at the Dolph Inn, poker game starts tomorrow night.  All right?  See you in a week, buddy!  Hit me again, Stu.
Nick: Myra's a saint.
Schanke:

Myra wants to check out some cross-country skis.

Nick:

All I'm saying is I think you should have told me it was Myra's birthday.  I would have bought her something.

Schanke: No, no, no, it's okay.  Besides, I got her what she wanted.
Nick: That dream vacation?
Schanke: Yeah, right, only in her dreams.
Nick: What, then?
Schanke: Pair of rigid twenty-point ice crampons and rope.  Myra wants to take up ice climbing.
Nick: Ice climbing?
Schanke: Exactly.  Did you know that ten yards -- no, no, scratch that, ten meters of rope cost one-hundred-fifty dollars?  Now, Myra will only do it once.  Then she'll be on to the next expensive hobby, and I'll be stuck with one-hundred-fifty dollar clothesline, which I might hang myself with.
Nick: Is that why you're all bent out of shape?  Expensive rope?
Schanke: Nah.  Birthdays.  They just get to me.  It's another year closer to the end.

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Holidays and Birthdays

 

Nick:

1957.

Norma Ellis: 1958!
Nick: Oh, yeah.  It was New Year's Day.  You know, I always get mixed up by that.
Schanke:

I just want to go up to the cottage, spend a little bit of time, you know, up at the lake, Father's Day with my wife and kid.  But no.

Nick: We're off Sunday.
Schanke: No, no.  You're off Sunday.  Correction.  Cohen saw my time card, said I was six hours late in the last three months.  She added an extra shift.  I miss enough of my daughter's life as it is, you know, working nights.  Now I have to miss her special chocolate pudding cake.
Nick: I'll cover for you.
Nick:

All I'm saying is I think you should have told me it was Myra's birthday.  I would have bought her something.

~~~~~

Schanke: Birthdays.  They just get to me.  It's another year closer to the end.
Nick: Myra has a birthday, and you worry about dying?

~~~~~

Nick: Would you just wish Myra a happy birthday for me, okay?
Natalie:

Well, it was last year on your birthday.  You and I went out to dinner to celebrate.  Do you remember which birthday that was?

Nick: All right, let me guess.  Um, somewhere between thirty and forty.
Natalie: Oh, you are so far off I cannot begin to tell you.

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Holy Symbols

 

Natalie:

These things really make you uncomfortable, don't they?

Nick:

They make me feel weak.  I'm afraid of them

~~~~~
Joan:

Take this to remember me by, to remember that the faith you have lost is always there to regain.

~~~~~

Natalie:

This is amazing looking.  And very, very old.  Where did you get it?

Nick:

It was Joan of Arc's.

Natalie:

Joan of Arc?  The Joan of Arc.  Did she actually give it to you?