- Jesus: Intention is good,but often the words are hollow and useless.Or better still,find an action.Yes.Action over words. Always.Otherwise, silence.
- Son: And my father says a man makes his own luck. No. What did he do to make two wives die? Nothing.
- Son: He says a grave ties a man to the land forever. Do you think I'm selfish because I don't want to live here? My father has lived here his whole life, and he's lived it the way he wanted to. But now it's my turn. Men take turns.
- Father: It's a riddle. I am stronger than 10 men, I'm longer than 10 men, and a boy can carry me. What am I? A rope.
- Jesus: Am I expected to just walk away now? As if I'd never met these people? As if they mean nothing to me?
- The Demon: I've seen every shooting star since the first one. Every flash of lightning. I've heard the last gasp of each thing that ever lived. Nothing's interesting anymore.
- Yeshua: Nothing surprises you? Not a thing?
- The Demon: The repetitiveness. The obstinate, dull repetitiveness of your father's plan is bewildering to me. The same lives lived over and over and over and over again. Is there a plan? It all has to turn into something, it has to pour out into something, but into what? And that's my weakness, curiosity. But I'll stay as long as it takes, forever, to witness the end. The final sunset. If there is one.
- The Boy: Sometimes when I'm out there, I feel this thing rising inside of me, that I am everything and that everything is me. That I will always be alive. Forever. And it's very conceited, I know, to feel that way. I'm ashamed of that feeling.