Quotes

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

Marty 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 could be a good detective, and any of those types could be an incompetent shitheel. Maynard Gilbough: Which type were you? Marty Hart: Oh, just a regular type dude... with a big ass dick.

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

There can be a burden in authority, in vigilance, like a father's burden. It was too much for some men. A smart guy who's steady is hard to find. I was all right, better than some, but, you know, I knew how to talk to people, and I was steady. Rust - now his Texas files were classified or redacted, and he wasn't big on talking except when you wanted him to shut up, but he was smart.

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

Rust Cohle: People out here, they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon. Marty Hart: There's all kinds of ghettos in the world. Rust Cohle: It's all one ghetto man, giant gutter in outer space.

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

Rust Cohle: I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist. Marty Hart: Okay, what's that mean? Rust Cohle: It means I'm bad at parties. Marty Hart: Let me tell you, you ain't great outside of parties either.

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

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. Marty Hart: Wow, that sounds God fucking awful, Rust. Rust Chole: We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody. Marty Hart: I wouldn't go around spouting that shit if I was you. People around here don't think that way, I don't think that way. Rust Chole: I think 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. Marty Hart: So, what's the point in getting out of bed in the morning? Rust Cohle: I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I la

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

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. Marty Hart: Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.

The Long Bright Dark [1.1]

And I don’t hold grudges, I believe that’s the shit that leads to cancer.

Seeing Things [1.2]

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. You got kids? I think of the hubris it must take, to yank a soul out of nonexistence into this meat; and force a life into this thresher. As to my daughter, she spared me the sin of being a father.

Seeing Things [1.2]

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

Seeing Things [1.2]

Rust Cohle: Came close another time... Lori. 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. [sigh] 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. Maynard Gilbough: Hmm... yeah, I think the job does that to a lot of guys. Changes ya. Some guys just notice, that's all. Rust 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.

Seeing Things [1.2]

Marty Hart: [about Beth] That girl's not 18. Sheriff know you got underage 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? Marty Hart: There are other places she could go. Jan: Such holy bullshit from you. It's a woman's body, ain't it? A woman's choice. 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 shit 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. Marty Hart: [Gives money to Beth] Do something else. Rust Cohle: That a down payment? Marty Hart: Is shitting on any moment of decency part of your job description?

Seeing Things [1.2]

Marty Hart: What? Rust Cohle: You wash up, you got some pussy on ya. Marty Hart: Key to a healthy marriage. Rust Cohle: Oh, that's Maggie, huh? Marty Hart: Hey! What's with your fucking nose? Rust Cohle: Nothing man, sorry, forget it. Marty Hart: I get a connotation being implied here... about my wife? Rust Cohle: Are you saying that's your wife? That high tide you're walking in with? Marty Hart: [Angrily slams Rust into a locker] You got some idea how my wife's pussy is supposed to smell? 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. Marty Hart: You don't say fuck-all about my wife... don't say her name! Rust Cohle: You got some self loathing to do this morning, that's fine, but it ain't worth losing your hands over. Marty Hart: How would that work exactly? Rust Cohle: I'd just apply a couple of pounds of pressure

The Locked Room [1.3]

Rust Cohle: What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh? Marty Hart: Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people? Rust 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. Marty Hart: You see that. Your fucking attitude. Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals. Some folks enjoy community. A common good. Rust Cohle: Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody.

The Locked Room [1.3]

Marty Hart: I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to? Rust Cohle: Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open. Marty Hart: Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it. Rust Cohle: If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. Marty Hart: Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet? Rust 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 goddamn day. Nah. What's that say about your reality, Marty?

The Locked Room [1.3]

Detective Thomas Papania: You figure it's all a scam, huh? All them folks? They just wrong? Rust 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 fucking share." People... so goddamn frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner.

The Locked Room [1.3]

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

The Locked Room [1.3]

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 fucking virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it's such a, a desperate sense of entitlement, isn't it? [looking up] Surely, this is all for me. Me, me, me, I, I, I’m so fuckin’ important, I’m so fuckin’ important, right? Fuck you.

The Locked Room [1.3]

People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.

The Locked Room [1.3]

Marty Hart: Do you wonder ever if you're a bad man? Rust Cohle: No. I don't wonder, Marty. World needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door.

The Locked Room [1.3]

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. Fourteen 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--you know, all your love, all your hate, all your m

Who Goes There [1.4]

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 bitch.

Who Goes There [1.4]

Marty Hart: Fuuuck! Hell of a bedside manner you've got, Rust. Rust Cohle: Ahh, you know, being stupid is different than going in sick, and this is a bar, not a fuckin' bedside.

Who Goes There [1.4]

[to Marty] All the dick swagger you roll, you can't spot crazy pussy?

Who Goes There [1.4]

[to Marty] So, enough with the self-improvement-penance-hand-wringing shit. Let's go to work.

Who Goes There [1.4]

[to Ginger] I am so done talking to you like a man.

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

Do you know the good years when you're in them, or do you just wait for them until you get ass cancer?

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

What always happens between men and women? Reality.

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

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.

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

See, infidelity is one kind of sin, but my true failure was inattention.

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

Someone once told me time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again. And that little boy and that little girl, they're gonna be in that room again.. and again.. and again, forever.

The Secret Fate of All Life [1.5]

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 fucking day, company men.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

[on the phone to Marty] I really wanted to see you. I've been thinking about something all week. I think...I want you to fuck me in my ass. [pause] I've never done that before, but I think I want you to do it to me.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

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.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

There's no such thing as forgiveness. People just have short memories.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

[to Marty] Without me, there is no you.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

Rust Cohle: I quit. Leroy Salter: You serious? Rust Cohle: I'll send you a letter. Yeah. Fuck this. Fuck this world. Nice hook, Marty.

Haunted Houses [1.6]

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

After You've Gone [1.7]

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

After You've Gone [1.7]

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 fuckin' barbell. Why would I ever help you? Rust Cohle: Because you owe a debt.

After You've Gone [1.7]

Hey. You better get those jumper cables ready, the motherfucker is lying.

After You've Gone [1.7]

[to Maggie] Get on out of here, you're classin' the place up.

After You've Gone [1.7]

Thomas Papania: You know there's a little church around here? Pretty old? Black minister? Errol Childress: You must mean Son of Life, sir. That place shut down. '05, I think, just after all them hurricanes. Thomas Papania: Mmm. You live around here? Errol Childress: No, sir. I live in St. Martin. Got a parish contract. Take care of some cemeteries, public schools. Thomas Papania: All right. Thanks. Hey, you know how to get to 49 from here? Errol Childress: Sure. About a half-mile, you'll see a left. PR 1435. Take that. About 7 miles of fields, you'll hit 49 before Crowley. Thomas Papania: Know your way around, huh? Errol Childress: Oh, yeah, boss. I know the whole coast. My family- Thomas Papania: [cutting him off] Thanks. Errol Childress: My family's been here a long, long time.

Form and Void [1.8]

Errol's Sister: You have a good walk? Errol Childress: [affecting a refined English accent] Yes, my dear. Top-notch walk this morning. Top-notch constitutional. It's been weeks since I left my mark...would that they had eyes to see.

Form and Void [1.8]

Now, Betty, I have very important work to do. My ascension removes me from the disc and the loop. I'm near final stage. Some mornings, I can see the infernal plane.

Form and Void [1.8]

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. Marty Hart: What's scented meat?

Form and Void [1.8]

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

Form and Void [1.8]

Errol Childress: Do you wanna know what they did to me? What I will do to all the sons and daughters of man. Rust Cohle: What are you doing here? Marty Hart: Nothin'. Nurse said I could come in. Rust Cohle: Are you watching me sleep? Marty Hart: Well you know what, I just got here; I was gonna leave, but then you woke up - Jesus, what's your fuckin' problem? Rust Cohle: Nothin', what's your problem? Marty Hart: Not a care in the world.

Form and Void [1.8]

Rust Cohle: We didn't get 'em all. Marty Hart: Yeah, 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: Yeah... well, I'll come back by tomorrow, buddy. Rust Cohle: Why? Marty Hart: Don't ever change, man.

Form and Void [1.8]

There was a moment-- I know when I was under in the dark that something... whatever I'd been reduced to, you know, not even consciousness. It was a vague awareness in the dark, and I could-- I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that... darkness, there was another kind. It was--it was deeper, warm, you know, like a substance. I could feel, man, and I knew, I knew my daughter waited for me there. So clear. I could feel her. [Voice trembling] I could feel... I could feel a piece of my--my pop, too. It was like I was a part of everything that I ever loved, and we were all... the 3 of us, just-- just fadin' out. And all I had to do was let go... and I did. I said, Darkness, yeah, yeah." And I disappeared. But I could-- I could still feel her love there, even more than before. Nothing... There was nothing but that love. [Sobbing] Then I woke up.

Form and Void [1.8]

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

The Western Book of the Dead [2.1]

Never do anything out of hunger. Not even eating.

The Western Book of the Dead [2.1]

Eliot Bezzerides: I am not comfortable imposing my will on anyone and I haven't been since 1978. Antigone "Ani" Bezzerides: Not even to stop them walking into a river. Eliot Bezzerides: Yes, not even then. And if your mother's flair for drama had been more present in her acting, she might have gone on to great things. [pause] These totems, they watch over departed spirits. I've always felt your mother among them. Antigone "Ani" Bezzerides: You won't even own it a little. Eliot Bezzerides: She abandoned the two of you, I didn't. You should spend less time in a state of resistance making up problems for yourself. Antigone "Ani" Bezzerides: What does that mean? Eliot Bezzerides: A failed marriage, a few relationships, you're angry at the entire world and men in particular out of a false sense of entitlement for something you never received. Your entire personality is an extended criticism of my values. Meant, I'm sure, to compel me into engagement through argument. Do you even like what y

The Western Book of the Dead [2.1]

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

The Western Book of the Dead [2.1]

Aspen Conroy: Stop! Ray Velcoro: Stop? Stop? I thought that got you off, kid, seeing people in pain. If you ever bully or hurt anybody again, I'll come back and butt-fuck your father with your mom's headless corpse on this goddamn lawn. Twelve years old, my ass. Fuck. You.

The Western Book of the Dead [2.1]

A good woman mitigates our baser tendencies.

Night Finds You [2.2]

Frank Semyon: How’d a water stain get there? Frank Semyon: It rained maybe twice this last year. It’s like everything’s papier-mache. Jordan Semyon: Stop thinking. Frank Semyon: I don’t like being on a ledge. Jordan Semyon: Nobody gets rich on their own money. Frank Semyon: I never really knew what to do with it. Money. Frank Semyon: I see that about myself. Jordan Semyon: You always said you want lots of land. Frank Semyon: Yes, but you need children to leave it to. It’s never really yours. You don’t take it with you. Jordan Semyon: You don’t take anything with you. Frank Semyon: Just yourself. Whatever that was. Jordan Semyon: I’ve worked my whole life. Same as you. And not being poor is better than the opposite. Frank Semyon: My old man back in Chicago, when I was a kid… [laughs] He used to lock me in the basement when he’d go on a bender. Usually last the night. Let me out the next day. Thought he was keeping me safe, I guess. This one time, I was six - he puts me down there. I wak

Night Finds You [2.2]

Sometimes, a good beating provokes personal growth.

Night Finds You [2.2]

Ray Velcoro: Somebody was looking for something. Explains the torture. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: Maybe. [glancing at Caspere's pornographic art] Guy thought about fucking a lot.

Night Finds You [2.2]

[about e-cigarettes] I tried one of those once. Felt like it was smoking me. Maybe it’s just a little too close to sucking a robot’s dick. I dunno.

Night Finds You [2.2]

Ray Velcoro: What’s with all the knives? Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: Could you do this job if everyone you encountered could physically overpower you? Forget police work, no man could walk around like that without going nuts.

Night Finds You [2.2]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzerides: The fundamental difference between the sexes is that one of them can kill the other with their bare hands. Ray Velcoro: Well, just so you know, I support feminism, mostly by having body image issues.

Maybe Tomorrow [2.3]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: I'm commanding officer of this detail. You call me when you got something. Ray Velcoro: Well, I got shot. That's something. I found our murder scene. That's something else.

Maybe Tomorrow [2.3]

Frank Semyon: What's with the water? Ray Velcoro: Booze tends to take the edge off. I wanna stay angry.

Maybe Tomorrow [2.3]

Doctor: May I ask, how much do you drink in a week? Ray Velcoro: All I can.

Maybe Tomorrow [2.3]

Talk to me like that again, you’re going to need a little baggie to carry your teeth home

Down Will Come [2.4]

Paul Woodrugh: I just don't know how to be out there in the world, man. Ray Velcoro: Look out that window. Look at me. Nobody does.

Down Will Come [2.4]

Athena Bezzarides: [of her and Ani's mother] I have this memory of her, in the sand. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: Big dresses. Athena Bezzarides: Yeah. Polishing that driftwood 'til it shined like steel or something. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: I lost her in the light. Light off the water. Athena Bezzarides: Why do these memories stay so vivid? I can't even remember stuff from last week. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: Those moments, they stare back at you. You don't remember them, they remember you. Turn around, there they are, staring.

Down Will Come [2.4]

Here's an idea - let's be one of those couples that fights a lot. That's a fucking great idea.

Down Will Come [2.4]

Elliot Bezzarides: [upon Ani and Ray getting up to leave] Excuse me. You have one of the largest auras I've ever seen. Green and black. It's been taking up this whole room. I just...I had to say something. You must have had hundreds of lives. Ray Velcoro: I don't think I could handle another one. Ray Velcoro: What do you think "green and black" means? Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: I don’t know... you’re a mood ring?

Other Lives [2.5]

Counselor: Detective Bezzarides, how do you feel about your actions? Detective: [to Ani] Can I just ask, what the fuck are you doing here? I mean, who wouldn't want her sexually harassing you, am I right? Counselor: See, right there. That kind of thing could be considered inappropriate. Detective: What? It's a compliment. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: It's alright, it's alright. I understand. Uh, I dunno. I mean, what can I say? [deadpan] I just really like big dicks. It's not just length. Everybody's always talking length, and it's fine, but it's girth, too. I wanna have trouble handcuffing the thing. Counselor: Uh... I'm not sure... that might be taken... Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: What? I thought you wanted me to share. Detective: Hey man, let her share!

Other Lives [2.5]

You deal with pimps, you get pimpish results, Frank.

Other Lives [2.5]

Pain is inexhaustible. It's only people that get exhausted.

Other Lives [2.5]

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.

Other Lives [2.5]

Ernst Bodine: [showing Frank the door] Mr. Semyon. Frank Semyon: You don't direct me, Khe Sanh motherfucker. Ernst Bodine: I'm Chinese. Frank Semyon: Then go stand in front of a fuckin' tank.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

Ray Velcoro: I would have been different. Frank Semyon: Of all the lies people tell themselves, I bet that's the most common. Ray Velcoro: I could have. You fucked me. I sold my soul for nothing! Frank Semyon: If you were selling, it wasn't me buying. Ray Velcoro: You wanted your hooks in a cop, so you used my wife's fucking tragedy to get me to kill somebody? Frank Semyon: I didn't get you to do anything. I gave you a name and you made your choice, and that choice was in you before your wife or any of this other stuff. It was always there, waiting. Didn't you use that man to be what you were waiting to become? This thing, your wife, those are just excuses. You think you were Superman, previous? And hey, own it. You think I'd have done less? That's the kind of thing that keeps you out of Heaven. I don't want to go.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

That’s what pain does. It shows you what was on the inside, and inside of you is pure gold. I know that. Your father knew that too.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: [at a crime scene] Somebody died here. Katherine Davis: Somebody dies every second of the day, and they're not all lucky enough to do it in California.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

Ray Velcoro: Get in, and try not to stab anyone unless you have to. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: A man of any size lays his hands on me, he's gonna bleed out in under a minute.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

[to his wife's rapist] If they don't give you life, I will have every inch of your flesh removed with a cheese grater, starting with your prick. I'll cut off your nose and your lips, your nuts too. And I'll make sure you live. And if they do give you life, I might do it anyway.

Church in Ruins [2.6]

This is one off the bucket list - a Mexican standoff with actual Mexicans.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

He put his hands on me wrong... I've been waiting my whole life for that. I think I even went looking... That's my whole life.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

In the midst of being gang-banged by forces unseen, I figured I'd drill myself a new orifice, go on and fuck myself for a change.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

[To Mayor Chessani] Sober up, you might realize you’re getting fucked.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: Maybe, and this is just a thought, you were put on this Earth for more than fucking. Emily: Everything is fucking.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: He was better than us. He saved our asses, twice. Ray Velcoro: Three times. Now. He deserved better.

Black Maps and Motel Rooms [2.7]

Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: You never asked if I did it. Eliot Bezzarides: It doesn't matter. You're the most innocent person I've ever known.

Omega Station [2.8]

[discussing her rape] Maybe he gave me something. Maybe I blocked it out. It's a black hole, an empty space, those four days. And what I remembered when I got... I got in the car. He didn't force me. He didn't even get near me. He called me pretty. I remember... I remember it made me feel... I liked... I got in a van with a stranger. Every time I remember that feeling, that pride, I get sick to my stomach. I could lie to myself, but I felt proud. I was proud that he thought I was pretty. Makes me sick.

Omega Station [2.8]

Ray Velcoro: I haven't been like this in a long time. Years. Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: I could tell. Ray Velcoro: How? Antigone "Ani" Bezzarides: It seemed like you were making up for lost time.

Omega Station [2.8]

Honestly, Ray, nobody had any idea you were this competent.

Omega Station [2.8]

Frank Semyon: We met? You're a cop, right? Lady cop. Antigone "Ani" Bezzerides: What gave me away - the tits?

Omega Station [2.8]

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. You're better than me. If I'd been stronger, I would've been more like you. Hell, son, if everyone was stronger, they'd be more like you.

Omega Station [2.8]

These facts were paid for in blood, so honor that. I don’t know if it will make any difference, but it should, because we deserve a better world.

The Great War and Modern Memory [3.1]

Wayne Hays: Yeah, of course I remember. Jim Dobkins: Not too long ago? Wayne Hays: 10 years is nothin'. I remember everything. Jim Dobkins: Well, we can't know. What you don't remember, you don't know you don't remember. Wayne Hays: That's some education on semantics you're givin' me. Hey, let's skip the deposition and I'll just take notes on your lecture. Roland West: I'm a feminist. They want to sell me a piece of ass, they got the right. Shit. You're gonna pay for it one way or another. Roland West: You see yourself gettin' married, Purple? Wayne Hays: No, sir. I'm not a big enough asshole to put a woman and children through that. Alan Jones: I think it's a strong case. Wayne Hays: You get paid to think that, right? Roland West: Steve McQueen died today. Wayne Hays: We should do something. Roland West: We could go to Miss Minnie's. Wayne Hays: Give me a break. I can't pay for it, man. Roland West: It's more honest than most relationships. You never bought no Saigon trim while you wa

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye [3.2]

Alan Jones: You questioned people during this time, right? Wayne Hays: You know another way to do it? Brett Woodard: I ain't one of them burnouts. Y'know - come back and start bustin' guys up, gettin' high. And I ain't a bum. I keep a house. I pay my way. Wayne Hays: Hey, I ain't judgin', man. Look, I punch in and out. I put on a suit in the morning. And to be honest, I don't have much of a life. Brett Woodard: So why? Why punch in? Why the suit? Wayne Hays: I don't ask myself questions like that. Could be I'm too chicken-shit, Mr. Woodard. Roland West: Do you like kids generally? Brett Woodard: Do I-- What the fuck's the right answer to that? Brett Woodard: You ever been somewhere you couldn't leave, and you couldn't stay, both at the same time? Tom Purcell: Are we going to find Julie or what? 'Cause I can't live through this, man. Neither of us can. If we're not going to find her, I just need to know now. I can't go to sleep. And I can't wake up. Henry Hays: I think Mom would want yo

The Big Never [3.3]

Henry Hays: Do you remember the rest of dinner at my place? Do you remember me driving you home? Wayne Hays: Yeah. Henry Hays: Heather drove you home. Wayne Hays: Now we're playin' "Gotcha"? Doctor: Mr. Hays, your son loves you. Our only concern is for your well-being. Wayne Hays: [angry] I know my son loves me, doctor, but thanks for walking me through that. Roland West: Wayne had the idea that those kids were tellin' stories. He was correct. Ya'll fucked a good detective, there. You know that, right? Alan Jones: I wouldn't argue with you, but it wasn't me. Roland West: Probably didn't even give you shit for it when you saw him, did he? Alan Jones: I can't say that he did, no. Roland West: "Purple" Hays... my man. Tried to get him transferred over here twice. Blocked both times by Major's office. Told me not to ask again. Jim Dobkins: It feels like we should stay on point. Roland West: I'm makin' a point, son. Alan Jones: You see Wayne much anymore? Roland West: Not at all, and I don'

The Hour and the Day [3.4]

Roland West: I don't like him. The Priest. And I know his alibi's good but... I don't like him. Man signs up to go without fuckin' for life, either he don't know himself for a liar, or he's some tight limited edition psycho, you know? I mean, everybody's fuckin' something. Patty: Just little things I do. Wayne Hays: Somebody bought 'em. Do you know who? Patty: Well, the last I sold these myself was at the fair in October. I'd only sold a couple and then one man bought ten off me. That was nice. Wayne Hays: You know who he was? You remember anything about him? Patty: Didn't recognize him. Negro man, like yourself. Oh, he had a dead eye. Filmy, you know, like a cataracts? Wayne Hays: Nothing 'bout his face besides the eye? Handsome, ugly? Patty: Well, like I say, uh, he was black. Wayne Hays: Do not talk talk shit in my face and walk away! Amelia Reardon: I don't wanna be around you right now. Wayne Hays: You want me to leave you alone, then stop talkin' shit! Because when you talk shit

If You Have Ghosts [3.5]

Wayne Hays: We just wanna know if you remember anything about that night. Maybe you can take us through it again. Freddy Burns: You must be a stone-cold killer, huh? You're plenty tough with teenagers. Roland West: That night, you told us when you was alone, you saw him. Wayne Hays: Where was the girl? Will's sister? Freddy Burns: I dunno. He was all nervous, like, "I can't find my sister. I don't know where they went." Wayne Hays: They? He said "they"? Freddy Burns: I dunno, maybe he did. [sneers] You wanna slap me around a little, make sure? Wayne Hays: [ignoring the remark] Any indication who "they" might be? Freddy Burns: You can't be very good at your job, come around 10 years later and try to hang this on me. Roland West: No one's hanging anything on you. Freddy Burns: Maybe you just came here to see if you can make me piss my pants. Wayne Hays: [fed up] That doesn't seem like a very tall order. Freddy Burns: Come on then, bounce me off the walls, you black motherfucker! You thin

Hunters in the Dark [3.6]

Wayne Hays: [after having sex with Amelia] Hell of a day when a gunfight is the second most exciting thing that happens to you. Roland West: We're backtracking the Purcell case. Got it down that you were the one who spotted the bag. Harris James: No, I was the first to think I recognized it off the APB. Roland West: Well, we've been wondering why it took two days to find that backpack. Harris James: It took God six days to make the world. I can believe it took a bunch of GEDs two days to find a backpack. Wayne Hays: Why did you leave Highway Patrol? Harris James: Why did I give up hemorrhoids and 15k a year? I dunno. That question keeps me up nights. Roland West: I thought it took God seven days to make the world. Wayne Hays: He rested on the seventh. I always thought He should have put the extra day in instead of half-assing it. Roland West: You're a hard man to find. Where you been? Dan O'Brien: Time being what it is, I imagine you boys would rather I stick to what's relevant, which

The Final Country [3.7]

Roland West: You ain't worked a case in 10 years. Fuck's sake, Purple, what do you think this is about? Why do you think I pulled you in here? Wayne Hays: To find the girl and solve what happened. Roland West: You don't think there are better detectives around? Hey, we find the girl, great. We clear it, great. But how often does that happen? A 10-year-old case. This was me helping you get your career back, you understand? It was a favor I did. Wayne Hays: 'Cause I'm such a hard-luck case. Roland West: Keep talkin'. Keep talkin'. They're gonna put you back on Public Information, or Highway Cleanup for the next 10 years. How'd that be, huh? Roland West: Tom, what's doin'? Tom Purcell: I'm gettin' the fuck out of this place. Lucy's gone, Julie's...Julie's... You know, I thought if there was a chance, but... Ya'll say she's dead, so I'm gettin' lost. Roland West: What do you aim to do? Tom Purcell: Whatever it takes to stop feeling. I mean, there's no point. Ain't nobody left to feel anyth

Now Am Found [3.8]

Edward Hoyt: Now, you bein' the law, and me an interesting party, should the two of us go out into those woods and see if we can find Harris James? And can you tell me, Mr. Hayes: Are we gonna need fuckin' shovels? Wayne Hays: Suppose somebody catches us. Raymond West: We're old and confused. Amelia Reardon: I'll take the hard truth over a nice lie any day. Biker: You got a problem, little man? Raymond West: No. No sir, no problem here. Biker: Then put your fuckin' eyes somewhere else! Raymond West: What it is, I'm just a fan of romance. Let me ask you a question. [looks at biker's girlfriend] Did she look like that before you rode her cross-country? Biker: [standing up] What the fuck did you say, you little midget? Raymond West: See, I always wondered, all these butt-faced pieces of garbage walkin' the earth, who's makin' 'em? I mean, what kind of Frankenstein monsters are out there copulatin' to create all these hunk of shit people in the world? Then I walk in this bar, and there's y