- [Cookie is cooking steaks over open fire for the camp and guests]
- Sam: For me, less fire.
- Cookie: Yeah, I've cooked for you Comanche before. I know how you like it.
- [Cookie carrys a pot of cooked steaks from the fire to the cook's wagon. Immigrants are lined up and the first begins taking steaks. Cookie sees immigrant helping his self]
- Cookie: [loud and menacingly] What the fuck do you think you're doin'? Huh? What the fuck do you think you're doing! Do you speak English? Who speaks English for this fucking circus?
- Josef: I do.
- Cookie: I'm only going to tell you this once! All right, y'all get in line, you stand in a line besides the table! You grab a plate, you grab a fork, then I give you the food! When you're done you keep the plate, you keep the fork! Go clean 'em in the creek but don't lose 'em! Lose 'em you owe me three dollars then you're eating with yer fucking hands.
- Josef: [bewildered] What is this "fuck?"
- Cookie: [stops dead in his tracks, turns and walks deliberately with cooking fork extended] Fuck did you just call me?
- Josef: [backing away] Yes, what is this fuck?
- Shea Brennan: [stepping in, to Cookie] He don't know what that word means.
- Shea Brennan: [points to John] Neither does he. But he's about to ask her. Then Lord help you. So, maybe just don't use it. Hmm?
- Cookie: [to Shea] It's a hard one to shake.
- Shea Brennan: Well, start shaking.
- [Josef addresses immigrants regarding the cook's rules]
- Cookie: [begins divvying the food] Now!
- John Dutton Sr.: What does "fuck" mean, Mama?
- Margaret Dutton: It means a spanking, and a good one, if you say it again.
- John Dutton Sr.: Is he getting a spanking?
- James Dutton: [stifling a smile] Some form of one is probably headed his way, son.
- [Elsa walks with purpose past her parents followed by Sam, Two-Feathers, Wade and Colton]
- Margaret Dutton: [calls out] Where is she going?
- Wade: They're gonna race.
- Margaret Dutton: They're going to what?
- James Dutton: [drops his plate, licks his fingers and follows with Margaret] Shit.
- Margaret Dutton: [surveys activity] I think the voice of reason has been muted.
- Cookie: [serving food to those inline, asking for John] Half a steak for him?
- [Margaret slaps Cookie]
- Cookie: [in response to being slapped] Okay, a whole steak.
- Margaret Dutton: You use that word in front of my child again...
- [whispers to Cookie]
- Margaret Dutton: I'm gonna stab you with this fucking fork.
- Cookie: Yes, ma'am.
- Margaret Dutton: Half a steak is fine.
- Margaret Dutton: [to John] Say, "Thank you."
- John Dutton Sr.: Thank you.
- Cookie: You're welcome.
- Margaret Dutton: [Cookie serves Margaret] Thank you.
- Cookie: Yes, ma'am.
- James Dutton: Just so you know, that could've gone a lot worse.
- Cookie: Lesson learned.
- James Dutton: Yeah, we'll see about that.
- Elsa Dutton: [internal monologue] The best way to know if land is truly undiscovered is to seek words to describe it. When you can't, you know it's virgin land. Untouched by our dirty hands. To see it is to be silenced by it. Made speechless by its endless uniformity To crest a rise is to see another that is identical. One must read the sun and stars like a sailor to navigate this place. We've seen nothing but grass for over a week: no game, no birds, no snakes, not even a lizard, and no evidence the human race still exists. But the plains are littered with bones. The dirty hand of man can go unnoticed in the city. Because his dirty hand made the city. But in this place, where innocence is a mineral in the soil, the filth of our touch is an apocalypse.
- Elsa Dutton: [...] People think because it's where rain comes from, clouds are filled with water. But how can that be? How can water float above us then fall, as though gravity only applies to the sky when the sky lets it. But that would mean the sky thinks and clouds are alive and they decide to let it rain. But how do they decide where to rain? And when Why do clouds choose to flood one place and deny another until the earth cracks and field becomes desert? Maybe there's no such thing as gravity. Maybe everything scientists have "discovered" is a lie, and wind is the world laughing at us.
- Elsa Dutton: [...] I felt no fear. It simply became another race. We fear what we don't know. I knew what would happen. I would win the race or I would be killed. There was comfort in the simplicity of it. Even though I could hear hooves getting closer, I felt no fear. There is horror to every killing. Even when it's justified. Even when I killed, I was horrified. But watching Sam kill was like watching a lion hurl itself into a deer. His fury was so magnificent, there was no time for horror. Not even for the men he killed. I questioned my mind. I wondered if I am the one who is dead and this is all a dream. I watched him ride away and decided I must be awake. I must be alive. Then I chased after him.
- Elsa Dutton: [...] She wouldn't speak when we got back to camp. Wouldn't look at my father Wouldn't look at me. I heard her crying by the fire before dawn. I sat beside her and asked her what was wrong. She said she killed a man over a horse. And now John was the only hope our family has to reach Heaven. I didn't have the heart to tell her there is no Heaven to go to, because we're in it already. We're in hell, too. They coexist. Right beside each other. And God is the land.
- Colton: Looks like some thieves picked up our cattle. I doubt it'll happen this way, but they could double back.
- Margaret Dutton: Where's my husband?
- Colton: Went after them.
- Margaret Dutton: Where's my daughter?
- Colton: Uh, she said the safest place on Earth is right behind him.
- Charles Goodnight: Don't suppose you care to bury these folks?
- Shea Brennan: Tell you the truth, Charlie, I don't think they're worth the hole.
- Elsa Dutton: There's horror to every killing. Even when it's justified. Even when I killed, I was horrified. But watching Sam kill was like watching a lion hurl itself into a deer. His fury was so magnificent, there was no time for horror.
- Cookie: [hollers] Line up!
- Josef: [Comanche go to the food] He says get in line and they don't.
- Shea Brennan: They're guests. Guests don't wait in line.