True Detective

Detective Marty Hart:
You know, you know what, I don't think I've been very clear with you Rust. If you were drowning, I'd throw you a f***in' barbell.

Detective Marty Hart:
Hey. You better get those jumper cables ready, the motherf***er is lying.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Get on out of here, you're classin' the place up.

Detective Rust Cohle:
He ain't gonna talk with you.

Detective Marty Hart:
I got a car battery and two jumper cables argue different.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
You're not a bad man.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
Yes... I am.

Emily:
Why did you get with me? Why did you ask me out?

Officer Paul Woodrugh:
I was just tryin' to be a good man

Emily:
Well you don't try right

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
Maybe - and this is just a thought - maybe you were put on this Earth for more than f***ing.

Vera Machiado:
Everything is f***ing

Eliot Bezzerides:
God damn everything

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
That's what I say

Detective Ray Velcoro:
Do you miss it?

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
What?

Detective Ray Velcoro:
Anything

Detective Elvis Ilinca:
Got three in one day!bet that's a record!

Frank Semyon:
Took a couple kicks last night.

Jordan Semyon:
Can you talk about it?

Frank Semyon:
There'll be some new people operating at the clubs for a while, a few days a week.

Jordan Semyon:
What people?

Frank Semyon:
Mexicans. Something else to solve. In the midst of being gangbanged by forces unseen, I figure I'd drill a new orifice, go on and f*** myself for a change.

Frank Semyon:
You may be one of the last friends I got.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
Wouldn't that be f***ed up.

Frank Semyon:
That's one off the list. A Mexican standoff with actual Mexicans.

Frank Semyon:
That choice was in you before your wife or any of this other stuff. It was always there, waiting.

Frank Semyon:
This hurt, it can make you a better man. That's what pain does - it shows you what was on the inside.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments: everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that... You're livin' wrong.

Rust Cohle:
That taste...

Marty Hart:
What?

Rust Cohle:
Aluminum. Ash. I've tasted it before.

Marty Hart:
Still see things ever?

Rust Cohle:
Never stops. Not really. What happened in my head is not something that gets better.

Marty Hart:
Rust...

Rust Cohle:
Aghh. Ah f***. Ah, he got me pretty good, Marty.

Marty Hart:
No, Rust. It ain't bad. It ain't bad.

Rust Cohle:
What are you doing here?

Marty Hart:
Nothing. Nurse said I could come in.

Rust Cohle:
Are you watching me sleep?

Marty Hart:
You know what, I just got here. I was gonna leave, but then you woke up. Jesus, what's your f***ing problem.

Rust Cohle:
Nothing much of a problem.

Marty Hart:
Not a care in the world.

Rust Cohle:
We didn't get em all.

Marty Hart:
Yea and we ain't gonna get em all. That ain't what kind of world it is, but we got ours.

Rust Cohle:
I'm not supposed to be here.

Marty Hart:
Yea... well, I'll come back by tomorrow buddy.

Rust Cohle:
Why?

Marty Hart:
Don't ever change man.

Marty Hart:
Oh, hey. I brought you something.

Rust Cohle:
Are we gettin' engaged?

Marty Hart:
If we were gettin' engaged, I'd'a got a nicer ribbon.

Rust Cohle:
You remembered.

Marty Hart:
Yeah.

Rust Cohle:
Ah. Let's get out from under this roof huh.

Marty Hart:
Good idea.

Rust Cohle:
Yeah, I can push two god damn wheels on my own.

Marty Hart:
Yea, I oughta let you. You'll rip out your f***ing stitches. Stop it.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Do I strike you as a talker or a doer, Steve?

Detective Rust Cohle:
Once there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Once there was only dark. You ask me, the light's winning.

Errol Childress:
Come on inside, little priest. To the right, little priest. Take the bride's path. This is Carcosa.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Detective Rust Cohle: Once there was only dark, if you ask me, the light's winning.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I'm the person least in the need of counseling in this entire f***ing state.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I quit.

Major Leroy Salter:
You serious?

Detective Rust Cohle:
I'll send you a letter. Yeah. F*** this. F*** this world. Nice hook, Marty.

Detective Marty Hart:
A man's game charges a man's price. Take that away from this, if nothing else.

Joel Theriot:
All my life I wanted to be nearer to God. The only nearness? Silence.

Maggie Hart:
Rust was an intense man, but he had integrity. He was responsible. Not a lot of responsible people in the world.

Maggie Hart:
Rust knew exactly who he was, and there was no talking him out of it. Marty's single big problem was that he never really knew himself, so he never really knew what to want.

Maggie Hart:
Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.

Detective Rust Cohle:
There is no such thing as forgiveness, people just have short memories.

Detective Rust Cohle:
You know, people that give me advice, I reckon they're talking to themselves.

Detective Rust Cohle:
[Charmaine is sobbing] The newspapers are gonna be hard on you. And prison is very, very hard on people who hurt kids. If you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.

Charmaine Boudreaux:
What? [continues crying] [Rust gets up and begins to leave the room] What? Please.

Detective Rust Cohle:
[Charmaine is sobbing] The newspapers are gonna be tough on you. And prison is very, very hard on people who hurt kids. If you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.

Charmaine Boudreaux:
What? [continues crying] [Rust gets up and begins to leave the room] What? Please.

Detective Rust Cohle:
The newspapers are going to be tough on you and prison is very hard on people who hurt kids. If you get the opportunity you should kill yourself.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Thought maybe we should talk

Detective Marty Hart:
Yeah?

Detective Rust Cohle:
Buy you a beer?

Detective Marty Hart:
Sure. I'll follow you

Detective Rust Cohle:
Actually, why don't you buy me a beer?

Ray Velcoro:
I support feminism, mostly by having body image issues.

Ani Bezzerides:
The fundamental difference between the sexes is that one of them can kill the other with their bare hands.

Ray Velcoro:
Sometimes, a good beating provokes personal growth.

[We get the world we deserve]

Jordan Semyon:
[throws her ring outside] You think I give a f*** about a ring?

Frank Semyon:
That was a big diamond.

Jordan Semyon:
F*** you.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
[to his son using his digital recorder] A turn here, a turn there, and it goes on for years. Becomes something else. I'm sorry, you know, for the man I became... the father I was. I hope you got the strength to learn from that. And I hope you got no doubts how much I loved you, son. And you're better than me. If I had been stronger... I would have been more like you. Hell, son... if everyone was stronger, they'd be more like you.

Frank Semyon:
Everything's ending. Time to wake up.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
We deserve a better world.

Frank Semyon, Jordan Semyon:
Hey there handsome.

Frank Semyon:
You made it, you're ok?

Jordan Semyon:
I did, I'm fine, I'm safe.

Frank Semyon:
I'm comin', hold on.

Jordan Semyon:
What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?

Frank Semyon:
Just making my way, baby. I told you I'd make it.

Jordan Semyon:
You did, you made it. You can rest now.

Frank Semyon:
No rest, never stop movin'.

Jordan Semyon:
Babe, oh baby, you stopped movin' way back there.

Frank Semyon:
[Frank looks back, sees his body, crumples to the desert floor]

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
Trees. A little place in the rock, in the trees. A cave, is how I remember it. It was like a fairytale.

Frank Semyon:
Wear a white dress

Jordan Semyon:
You wear a white suit with a red rose in your jacket

Frank Semyon:
I'll wear a red rose in my jacket

Jordan Semyon:
I'll see you coming out of the crowd, head higher than everyone else.

Frank Semyon:
At first I worry, I can't see you.

Jordan Semyon:
But then you do

Frank Semyon:
I see the white dress

Frank Semyon:
We met? You're a cop, right? Lady cop.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
What gave me away - the tits?

Frank Semyon:
I meant you're a lady, you have dignity. You like Ray? I like Ray.

Frank Semyon:
I did not live my life to go out like this. You?

Detective Ray Velcoro:
I owe these filth. I owe Woodrugh.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
Would you run? Now, if I asked, would you?

Detective Ray Velcoro:
I might. I just might.

Osip Agronov:
I saved you. You're like my son.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
I'm gonna talk to you again, right? We're gonna see each other again.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
You kidding? You're gonna need a restraining order.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
No. No, I won't.

Ernst Bodine:
[showing Frank the door] Mr. Semyon.

Frank Semyon:
You don't direct me, Khe Sanh motherf***er.

Ernst Bodine:
I'm Chinese.

Frank Semyon:
Then, go stand in front of a f***in' tank.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
Pain is inexhaustible it's only people that get exhausted.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
My powers of influence are so meager in this sublunar world of ours, I try to limit the people I can disappoint. And I make sure to know the difference between my obligations and somebody else's.

[last lines]

Frank Semyon:
You got a f***in' problem?

Detective Ray Velcoro:
You alone?

Frank Semyon:
Yeah. Why?

Detective Ray Velcoro:
You and me need to talk.

Frank Semyon:
I was born on the wrong side of a class war, so f*** that gangster sh*t.

Detective Ani Bezzerides:
I really wanna have trouble handcuffin' the thing.

Detective Ray Velcoro:
I try to limit the people I can disappoint and I make sure to know the difference between my obligations and somebody else's.

Officer Paul Woodrugh:
I've been listenin' to them so long I don't know who the f*** I am

Detective Rust Cohle:
You know me. I don't see the connection between two dead cats and a murdered woman... [PAUSE] But I'm from Texas...

Rustin Cohle:
I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn't feel a thing; went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another deeper kind. Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done, it's too late.

Detective Rustin Cohle:
I can't say the job made me this way. More like me being this way made me right for the job. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age you know who you are. Now I live in a little room, out in the country behind a bar, work four nights a week, and in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.

Rustin Cohle:
Back then, not sleepin, I lay awake thinkin about women, my daughter, my wife... I mean, it's like somethin's got your name on it, like a bullet or a nail in the road [long pause]... sh*t, sorry, I drift... sometimes when I've had a few, that's why I like to drink alone, one of the reasons anyway.

Rustin Cohle:
Days with nothing... that's what it's like you work cases. Days like lost dogs.

Detective Marty Hart:
It goes on like that, you know the job. you're looking for narrative... uh... interrogate witnesses... parcel evidence... establish a timeline... build story... day after day.

Rustin Cohle:
Came close another time... Lorry. Maggie introduced us. It broke off. It was for the best, you know, I gave her cause. I can be hard to live with. I don't mean to, but I can be... critical.

Rustin Cohle:
[sigh]

Rustin Cohle:
sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me. I wear 'em down. They... they get unhappy.

Detective Maynard Gilbough:
Hmm... yeah I think the job does that to a lot of guys. Changes ya. Some guys just notice that's all.

Rustin Cohle:
Well, I can't say the job made me this way. More like bein' this way made me right for the job. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age, you know who you are. Now, I live in a little room out in the country behind a bar... work four nights a week... in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a... victory in that.

Detective Marty Hart:
You miss some things on the job. You know what I mean. You gotta decompress before you can go bein' a family man. What you get into... workin'... you can't have the kids around that. So, uh, sometimes you gotta get your "head right".

Detective Maynard Gilbough:
Now what do you mean exactly... these visions you mentioned.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Oh sh*t, I thought you knew. I told Marty about 'em... you know... down the line. uh... chemical... flashbacks... neural damage... from my time in the HIDTA... as in High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area. I spent 4 years under cover. [laughs] You know what that means? That's where they got them Fed rumors I first come in. What you two don't know 'bout them? Those files are still sealed huh? Shiiiiit, just what have you two heard about me?

Lucy:
What's your deal?

Detective Rust Cohle:
I don't have "a deal"

Lucy:
I mean what do you do? Nevermind, I thought you were gonna bust me.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I told you, I'm not interested.

Lucy:
Yeah, I know. You're kinda strange, like you might be dangerous.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Of course I'm dangerous. I'm police. I can do terrible things to people with impunity.

Lisa Tragnetti:
You just want your cake and to eat it too.

Detective Marty Hart:
What the hell good is cake if you can't eat it?

Detective Marty Hart:
That girl's not 18. Sheriff know you got under age workin here?

Jan:
What do you know about where that girl's been? Where she come from? You wanna know Beth's situation 'fore she ran out on her uncle?

Detective Marty Hart:
There are other places she could go.

Detective Marty Hart:
such holy bullshit from you. It's a woman's body, ain't it? A woman's choice.

Detective Marty Hart:
Well she don't look like a woman to me. At that age she is not equipped to make those kinda choices. But I guess you don't give a sh*t what kind of damage she's doin' to herself as long as you're makin' your money.

Jan:
Girls walk this Earth all the time screwin' for free. Why is it you add business to the mix and boys like you can't stand the thought? I'll tell you. It's cause suddenly you don't own it the way you thought you did.

Jake Herbert:
So you're telling me the world isn't getting worse? I've seen kids today all in black wearing makeup, sh*t on their faces, everything is sex, Clinton.

Detective Marty Hart:
You know, throughout history, I bet every old man probably said the same thing. And old men die, and the world keeps spinnin'.

Rustin Cohle:
Think of the hubris it must take to yank a soul out of non existence into this... meat, to force a life into this... thresher. That"s... so my daughter, she spared me the sin of being a father.

Rustin Cohle:
Yeah, back then, the visions, yeah most of the time I was convinced... Sh*t... I'd lost it. But there were other times... I thought I was mainlining the secret truth of the universe.

Detective Rust Cohle:
[Sniffs]

Detective Marty Hart:
What?

Detective Rust Cohle:
You wash up, you got some p*ssy on ya.

Detective Marty Hart:
Key to a healthy marriage.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Oh, that's Maggie, uh?

Detective Marty Hart:
Hey! What's with your f***ing nose?

Detective Rust Cohle:
Nothing man, sorry, forget it.

Detective Marty Hart:
I get a connotation being implied here... about my wife?

Detective Rust Cohle:
Are you saying that's wife? that high tide you're walking in with?

Detective Marty Hart:
[Angrily slams Rust into a locker] You got some idea how my wife's p*ssy is supposed to smell?

Detective Rust Cohle:
No, I just meant you're wearing the same clothes as you did yesterday [slowly grabs Martin's wrists] coupled with the fact that I ain't stupid. Wasn't making no comment as to the particularity of the scent.

Detective Marty Hart:
You don't say f***-all about my wife... don't say her name!

Detective Rust Cohle:
You got some self loathing to do this morning, that's fine, but it ain't worth loosing your hands over.

Detective Marty Hart:
How would that work exactly?

Detective Rust Cohle:
I'd just apply a couple of pounds of pressure [tightens the grip on Martin's wrists] snap your wrists. You're senior detective, think I'm lying?

Detective Rust Cohle:
She articulated a person with vision. Vision is meaning. Meaning is historical.

Martin Hart:
I get the feeling like, I can see forty and it's like I'm the coyote in the cartoons, like I'm running off a cliff, and if I don't look down and keep running, I might be fine. But I think I'm all f***ed up.

Detective Martin Hart:
Do you wonder ever if you're a bad man?

Detective Rustin Cohle:
No. I don't wonder, Marty. World needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door.

Detective Thomas Papania:
You figure it's all a scam, huh? All them folks? They just wrong?

Rustin Cohle:
Oh yeah! Been that way since one monkey looked at the sun and told the other monkey, "He said for you to give me your f***ing share." People... so god damn frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner.

Detective Rustin Cohle:
What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?

Detective Martin Hart:
Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people?

Detective Rustin Cohle:
Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales. Folks puttin' what few bucks they do have into a little wicker basket being passed around. I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom, Marty.

Detective Martin Hart:
You see that. Your f***ing attitude. Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals. Some folks enjoy community. A common good.

Detective Rustin Cohle:
Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales then it's not good for anybody.

Detective Martin Hart:
I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?

Detective Rustin Cohle:
Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.

Detective Martin Hart:
Bullshit. It'd be a f***ing freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.

Detective Rustin Cohle:
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of sh*t; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.

Detective Martin Hart:
Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-sh*t-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet?

Detective Rustin Cohle:
What's it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the god damn day. Nah. What's that say about your reality, Marty?

Detective Rustin Cohle:
Transference of fear and self-loathing to an authoritarian vessel. It's catharsis. He absorbs their dread with his narrative. Because of this, he's effective at proportion to the amount of certainty he can project. Certain linguistic anthropologists think that religion is a language virus that rewrites pathways in the brain. Dulls critical thinking.

Detective Martin Hart:
Well, I don't use ten dollar words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot; and you still sound panicked.

Detective Rustin Cohle:
At least I'm not racing to a red light.

Joel Theriot:
You was blind to him as your footprints in the ashes but he saw you. He saw you in those dark corners. He heard you, oh my brothers, he heard those... thoughts. You are a stranger to yourself and yet he knows you. And when your hard heart made you like unto a stone and broke you from his body, which is the stars and the wind between the stars, he knew you. He knew you then and forever. This world is a veil, and the face you wear is not your own.

Rustin Cohle:
You see we all got what I call a life trap, a gene deep certainty that things will be different... that you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the friends for the rest of your life... that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled... f***ing fulfillment... and closure whatever the f*** those two f***in' empty jars to hold this sh*t storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. and closure. Nothing is ever over.

Martin Hart:
Sh*t, man, look, I've noticed you have a tendency toward myopia, tunnel vision... blows investigations... vision skews, twists evidence. You're... You're obsessive.

Rustin Cohle:
You're obsessive too, just not about the job.

Martin Hart:
Not me, brother. I keep things... even, separate. Like the way I can have just one beer without needing 20.

Rustin Cohle:
People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.

Rustin Cohle:
People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down.

Rustin Cohle:
This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. all right there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah They saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.

Detective Rust Cohle:
The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, that's what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. Then he tells you it's a f***ing virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it's such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn't it?

Maggie Hart:
You drop Jen at home?

Rustin Cohle:
Yeah. I walked her to the door.

Maggie Hart:
You didn't go in? You don't have to fall in love at first sight, you know.

Rustin Cohle:
Yeah. I know. Look. She's nice, pretty.

Maggie Hart:
There's comfort there, Rust. I think you guys would be good together if you gave it a chance. You guys don't give things chances. I don't know why that is.

Rustin Cohle:
That's because we know what we want and we don't mind being alone.

Detective Rust Cohle:
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then, brother, that person is a piece of sh*t - and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.

Detective Rust Cohle:
If the only thing that keeps a person decent is the expectation of a divine reward, then, brother, that person is a piece of sh*t.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Certain linguistic anthropologists think that religion is a language virus that rewrites pathways in the brain, dulls critical thinking.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Certain linguist anthropologists think that religion is a language virus that rewrites pathways in the brain; dulls critical thinking.

Detective Marty Hart:
Well, I don't use ten dollar words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence you sure fret about it an awful lot. And you still sound panicked.

Detective Rust Cohle:
At least I'm not racing to a red light.

Rustin Cohle:
I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

Rustin Cohle:
I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.

Rustin Cohle:
People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the f***ing Moon.

Martin Hart:
There's all kinds of ghettos in the world.

Rustin Cohle:
It's all one ghetto man, giant gutter in outer space.

Detective Martin Hart:
[to Cohle] Listen, when you're at my house, I want you to chill the f*** out.

Martin Hart:
You know I've seen all the different types. We all fit a certain category. The bully... The charmer... The... uh... surrogate dad... the man possessed by ungovernable rage... the brain... and any of those types can be a good detective and any of those types can be an incompetent shitheel.

Detective Maynard Gilbough:
Which type were you?

Martin Hart:
Oh, just a regular type dude... with a big ass dick.

Rustin Cohle:
Anyway that evening, it wasn't even sundown, he decided it was a good time to invite me over for dinner... which I got a problem with, right? Cause I'm thinkin' about Marty's wife and his two kids and how it's my daughter's birthday and I know

[sigh]

Rustin Cohle:
there's nothing I can do about it, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but... I'm gonna have a drink.

Rust Cohle:
I contemplate the moment in the garden, the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.

Rust Cohle:
I get a bad taste in my mouth out here... aluminum... ash... like you can smell a psychosphere.

Rust Cohle:
Can you get pills pretty easy? [inhales deeply on cigarette] Relax, I want some.

Lucy:
Speed?

Rust Cohle:
No! Quaaludes, anything barbital.

Lucy:
Uppers are easier to get and they last longer too.

Rust Cohle:
Yeah, but it's not like that.

Lucy:
What's it like?

Rust Cohle:
I don't sleep.

Rust Cohle:
This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It's like there was never anything here but jungle.

Martin Hart:
Stop saying sh*t like that. It's unprofessional.

Rust Cohle:
I don't sleep, I just dream.

Rust Cohle:
What you mean she didn't make sense?

Charlie Lange:
Like she could duck hunt with a rake. High, yeah? Talkin bout... she gonna become a nun.

Rust Cohle:
Why a nun?

Charlie Lange:
Nah, man, she was high, f***ed up. Uh... talkin bout she met a king... Yeah.

Detective Marty Hart:
Let's make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.

Martin Hart:
Can I ask you something? You're a Christian, yeah?

Rustin Cohle:
No.

Martin Hart:
Well, whadaya got the cross for, in your apartment?

Rustin Cohle:
It's a form of meditation.

Martin Hart:
How's that?

Rustin Cohle:
I contemplate the moment in the garden; the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.

Rustin Cohle:
Look, I'd consider myself a realist, all right? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist.

Martin Hart:
Uh, okay, what's 'at mean?

Rustin Cohle:
Means I'm bad at parties.

Martin Hart:
Heh. Lemme tell ya, you ain't great outside-a parties, either. [They look at each other]

Martin Hart:
So... what's the point of getting' outta bed in the morning?

Rustin Cohle:
I tell myself I bear witness. But the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist, by natural law.

Detective Marty Hart:
Hmm. That sounds God-f***ing-awful, Rust.

Rustin Cohle:
Given how long its taken for me to reconcile my nature, I can't figure I'd forgo it on your account, Marty.

Detective Rust Cohle:
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill... and you are reborn but into the same life that you've always been born into. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation, detectives? Well, who knows? When you can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You're trapped... like a nightmare you keep waking up into.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Years. You ever heard something called M-Brane theory detectives?

Detective Thomas Papania:
No. That's over my head.

Detective Rust Cohle:
It's like in this universe we process time linearly forward. But outside of our space time from what would be a fourth dimensional perspective time wouldn't exist. And from that vantage could we attain it? We see our space time would look flattened. Like a single sculpture of matter and super-position of every place it ever occupied. Our sentience is just cycling through our lives like carts on a track. See everything outside our dimension that's eternity. Eternity looking down on us. Now to us its a sphere but to them its a circle.

Detective Maynard Gilbough:
Mr Cohle? Mr Cohle. What happened in two thousand and two?

Detective Rust Cohle:
If you wanna arrest me, go ahead. You wanna follow me? Come on. You wanna see something? Get a warrant. Thanks for the beer. Beyond that you wasted my f***ing day, company men.

Dewall:
I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don't like your face. It makes me wanna do things to it.

Frank Semyon:
Never do anything out of hunger. Even eating.

Ray Velcoro:
I welcome judgement.

Ray Velcoro:
I used to want to be an astronaut. But astronauts don't even go to the moon anymore.

Ray Velcoro:
If you ever bully or hurt anybody again, I'll come back and butt f*** your father with your mom's headless corpse on this goddamn lawn.

Frank Semyon:
Well there's one of the bucket list, a mexican stand off with actual Mexicans

Singer:
This is my least favorite life The one where you fly and I don't A kiss holds a million deceits And a lifetime goes up in smoke This is my least favorite you Who floats far above earth and stone The nights that I twist on the rack Is the time that I feel most at home We're wandering in the shade And the rustle of fallen leaves A bird on the edge of a blade Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory The station pulls away from the train The blue pulls away from the sky The whisper of two broken wings May be they're yours, maybe they're mine This is my least favorite life The one where I am out of my mind The one where you are just out of reach The one where I stay and you fly I'm wandering in the shade And the rustle of fallen leaves A bird on the edge of the blade Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory.

Detective Martin Hart:
Every time I think you've hit a ceiling, you, you keep raising the bar. You're like the Michael Jordan of being a son of a b*tch.

Detective Rust Cohle:
I'm through talking to you like a man.

Detective Rust Cohle:
All the dick swagger you roll, you can't spot crazy p*ssy?

Detective Rust Cohle:
So, enough with the self-improvement-penance-hand-wringing sh*t. Let's go to work.

Detective Martin Hart:
Fuuuck! Hell of a bedside manner you've got, Rust.

Detective Rust Cohle:
Ahh, you know, being stupid is different than going in sick, and this is a bar, not a f***in' bedside.

Detective Rust Cohle:
[holding a gun to Ginger's head in the backseat of the car] Remember that meth contact now?

Ginger:
You rat motherf***er!

Detective Rust Cohle:
You give me a location for Ledoux, I'm gonna let you slide, Ginger.

Ginger:
Bullshit.

Detective Rust Cohle:
What the f*** you think I want with you, huh?

[Ginger stares back at him, breathing heavily]

Detective Rust Cohle:
Oh God damn it, I am so done talking to you like a man. [punches Ginger]