Rachel Lapp:
Are you enjoying your reading?

John Book:
Oh yeah. I'm learning a lot about manure. Very interesting.

Eli Lapp:
4:30. Time for milking.

Eli Lapp:
You never had your hands on a teat before.

John Book:
Not one this big.

Eli Lapp:
If you are well enough to do that, can you work for me?

John Book:
Yeah, how can I help?

Eli Lapp:
Milking, mabye.

John Book:
Milking.

Eli Lapp:
Yes, you know, cows.

John Book:
Yeah. I've seen pictures.

Rachel Lapp:
I just don't like my son spending all his time with a man who carries a gun and goes around whacking people.

John Book:
Whacking? Whacking?

Rachel Lapp:
I should tell you this kind of coat doesn't have buttons. See? Hooks and eyes.

John Book:
Something wrong with buttons?

Rachel Lapp:
Buttons are proud and vain, not plain.

John Book:
Got anything against zippers?

Rachel Lapp:
Are you making fun of me?

John Book:
No.

John Book:
If we'd made love last night I'd have to stay. Or you'd have to leave.

Eli Lapp:
What you take into your hand, you take into your heart.

Eli Lapp:
This gun of the hand is for the taking of human life. We believe it is wrong to take a life. That is only for God. Many times wars have come and people have said to us: you must fight, you must kill, it is the only way to preserve the good. But Samuel, there's never only one way. Remember that. Would you kill another man?

Samuel Lapp:
I would only kill the bad man.

Eli Lapp:
Only the bad man. I see. And you know these bad men by sight? You are able to look into their hearts and see this badness?

Samuel Lapp:
I can see what they do. I have seen it.

Eli Lapp:
And having seen you become one of them? Don't you understand? What you take into your hands, you take into your heart. Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing. Go and finish your chores now.

Samuel Lapp:
Yes Großvater.

Eli Lapp:
This gun-of-the-hand is for the taking of human life.

Eli Lapp:
You be careful out among the English.

Rachel Lapp:
You said we'd be safe in Philadelphia!

John Book:
Well I was wrong!

Rachel Lapp:
He's leaving, isn't he?

Eli Lapp:
Tomorrow morning. He'll need his city clothes.

Rachel Lapp:
But why? What does he have to go back to?

Eli Lapp:
He's going back to his world, where he belongs. He knows it, and you know it, too.

John Book:
What happened to Hochleitner?

Rachel Lapp:
He went home. He's a friend of the family... he's like a son to Eli.

Rachel Lapp:
You know carpentry. Can you do anything else?

John Book:
Whacking. I'm hell at whacking.

Rachel Lapp:
Your sister says you don't have a family.

John Book:
No, I don't.

Rachel Lapp:
She thinks that you ought to get married and have children of your own, instead of trying to be a father to hers.

John Book:
Yeah.

Rachel Lapp:
Except she thinks you are afraid of the responsibility.

John Book:
That's interesting... anything else?

Rachel Lapp:
Mm hm... she thinks you like policing because you think you are right about everything and you're the only one who can do anything, and when you drink a lot of beer you say things like 'none of the other police know a crook from a bag of elbows!'. At least I think that's what she said.

Daniel Hochleitner:
You are the Yankee they talk about?

John Book:
I thought I was the English.

Daniel Hochleitner:
Your hole, it is better now?

John Book:
Yeah, it's pretty much healed.

Daniel Hochleitner:
Good. Then you can go home.

Eli Lapp:
It's not our way.

John Book:
It's my way.

John Book:
Samuel, the man who was killed tonight was a policeman, and it's my job to find out what happened. I want you to tell me everything you saw when you went into the bathroom.

Samuel Lapp:
Um... there were two.

John Book:
There were TWO men?

Samuel Lapp:
I only saw one.

John Book:
(turning to Carter) Does anybody else know about this?

John Book:
What did he look like, the man that you saw?

Samuel Lapp:
He was... like him. (pointing at Carter)

John Book:
He was a black man, had black skin?

Samuel Lapp:
Ya, but not Schtulpig.

John Book:
Schtulpig? What's 'Schtulpig'?

Rachel Lapp:
On a farm, when a pig is born small like that, it's called schtulpig, a runt.

John Book:
Oh, so he wasn't a runt. He was a big guy, like me?

Samuel Lapp:
Big guy!

Det. Sgt. Elden Carter:
What you doing, man?

Det. Lt. James McFee:
Washing my hands, man!