Mitch Bradley: They call 'em accidents cause it's nobody's fault.
Mitch Bradley: I know people everywhere that thought they got dealt a bad hand.
Gary Watson: You've seen too many westerns old man.
Einar Gilkyson: That doesn't exactly work in your favor.
Einar Gilkyson: I don't want you here.
Jean Gilkyson: Well, at least we agree on something. I don't wanna be here either.
Mitch Bradley: Would you bury me next to Griffin?
Einar Gilkyson: Don't you think you oughta die first?
[last lines]
Einar Gilkyson: You think the dead really care about our lives?
Mitch Bradley: Yeah, I think they do. I think they forgive us our sins. I even think it's easy for them.
Einar Gilkyson: Griff said you had a dream about flying.
Mitch Bradley: Yeah. I got so high, Einar, I could see where the blue turns black. From up there, you could see all there is. And it looked like there was a reason for everything.
Jean Gilkyson: I always think of you first.
Griff Gilkyson: Then it should start to show.
Gary Watson: I uh... God, Jean. I don't know what happened. It's like a red mist or... something comes over me and I... but I feel like you backed me up in a corner and I... you do that and, uh... I hate it when I'm like that. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?
[she remains silent and he flips the table over]
Gary Watson: What?
[storms out the door]
Gary Watson: Fuck!
Griff Gilkyson: You promised. If it happened again... you promised.
Griff Gilkyson: What's in Wyoming?
Jean Gilkyson: It's where your grandfather lives.
Griff Gilkyson: I have a grandfather?
Jean Gilkyson: Not much of one.
Gary Watson: I don't think you really understand just how worried I am.
Kitty: Look, I don't know. Maybe they went shopping or something.
Gary Watson: I wish someone in this goddamn place would just... would just tell me the truth. Then we could find Jean pretty damn quick.
Mitch Bradley: You got something on your mind this morning?
Einar Gilkyson: The goddamn bear's back.
Mitch Bradley: Well, what do you think you're gonna do about it?
Einar Gilkyson: What I should've done a year ago.
Sheriff Crane Curtis: [re: the bear Einar's about to shoot] It's under control, Einar.
Einar Gilkyson: You get out of the way and it will be.
Mitch Bradley: What happened with my bear?
Einar Gilkyson: It's his own damn bear.
Einar Gilkyson: Anything else you need?
Mitch Bradley: Yeah, look in on the bear.
Einar Gilkyson: What?
Mitch Bradley: Check in on the bear.
Einar Gilkyson: Check in on the...? Why the hell would I do that?
Mitch Bradley: 'Cause I asked you to.
Griff Gilkyson: Are those my dad's things?
Einar Gilkyson: Yeah, they are.
Griff Gilkyson: Where does he live now?
Einar Gilkyson: He's dead. Didn't your mother tell you that?
Griff Gilkyson: Yeah, but she said you were dead too.
Einar Gilkyson: Do you believe they're still sending junk mail to my boy?
Nina: Well, maybe the dead are flattered to get a letter. Ever think of that?
Einar Gilkyson: I'll let you know when I'm gone. Maybe I'll send you a postcard from the other side.
Einar Gilkyson: If you ever get depressed, pull up a chair to your kitchen sink and turn on the tap.
Nina: Well, if I ever get depressed, remind me not to come you for advice.
Nina: I wonder if it's hard being that drunk this early.
Einar Gilkyson: Oh, it's easy if you don't stop drinking all night.
Einar Gilkyson: [to a drunk cowboy while holding a fork to his throat] Son, now I don't wanna work myself short of breath. You wanna continue this? It can be over all at once. Because that's how goddamn fast your life can change. You believe me?
Einar Gilkyson: What happened to the lion?
Angie: He died.
Einar Gilkyson: Lucky lion.
Einar Gilkyson: [talking to his son's grave] Hello, Griffin. Well, it says here you might've already won $15 million. Probably ought to send it in for you, though. Probably the same damn odds as losing a child early. you got that done. You should know your wife came back. You could have steered her someplace else. Just 'cause you're dead doesn't mean you can't be helpful. See you tomorrow, boy.
[pause]
Einar Gilkyson: Kid sure looks a whole lot like you, though. Top to bottom.
Nina: I thought you said you were used to being on your feet.
Jean Gilkyson: I'm not used to telling everyone I meet where I've been the last ten years.
Nina: Well... tell 'em you went crazy. Tell 'em you've been locked up.
Jean Gilkyson: That's what I've been telling 'em.
Nina: How's Mitch doing?
Einar Gilkyson: Dreaming about the sea.
Einar Gilkyson: [last conversation] Think it might rain today.
Mitch Bradley: Naw, it's gonna stay warm.
Einar Gilkyson: I didn't say anything about the temperature. I said it might rain.
Mitch Bradley: Would you bury me next to Griffin?
Einar Gilkyson: Don't you think you oughtta die first?
Mitch Bradley: It's gonna happen, you know.
Einar Gilkyson: Where the hell else do you think I'd bury you? It's where my family lies. You think the dead really care about our lives?
Mitch Bradley: Yeah, I think they do. I think they forgive us our sins. I even think it's easy for them.
Einar Gilkyson: Griff said you had a dream about flying.
Mitch Bradley: Yeah. I got so high, Einar. I could see where the blue turns to black. From up there, you can see all there is. And it looked like there was a reason for everything.
Mitch Bradley: [sees the bear] You. I'm not just gonna lie down here. Just keep going.
Jean Gilkyson: What do you want, Gary?
Gary Watson: It's time to come home, baby. I love you, Jean.
Jean Gilkyson: You love me?
[punches him in the face]
Jean Gilkyson: That's what your love feels like!
Jean Gilkyson: They're good enchiladas... served by good people. I'm a good person. I'm also one who's taken more than her fair share of shit from men. I couldn't take a pinch of crap from two little cheesedicks like you.
Mitch Bradley: Immigrant! I bet I come over there and hang my bad foot in your ass!
Jean Gilkyson: Do you think I'm a shitty mother?
Nina: No. I think you're doing the best you can.
Einar Gilkyson: My son is dead.
Mitch Bradley: Your granddaughter's not, and neither are you.
Jean Gilkyson: I flipped a coin. Griffin fliped a coin and I lost. So I was the one who was driving. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and we were both tired. We wanted to make it in time for the rodeo in Great Falls.
Jean Gilkyson: I killed him, Einar. Is that what you wanna hear? It wasn't the change in our pockets, or the weak ass coffee, or the rain. It was me. I fell asleep and I flipped the car six times. I killed Griffin. He had no argument from me. You think it's something I forget. You think that I'm not sick with it, that I hate my life? But I tried to keep living, and you haven't. Is that why you hate me so much? You know, you act like I killed you when Griffin died.
Einar Gilkyson: There's nothing more pathetic than a guy chasing a woman that doesn't want him.
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