American Gothic

Merlyn Temple:
Someone's at the door!

Deputy Ben Healy:
I'm sick of keepin' secrets, Lucas.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Then leave that one alone, Ben. 'Cause the next time you go back there, you'll be stinkin' up the place yourself.

Caleb Temple:
I ain't your son!

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Beg to differ.

Caleb Temple:
I don't like trains, and I hate apple pie!

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Well... fine.

Caleb Temple:
I hate you!

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
And someday, we'll make that hate work for you.

Caleb Temple:
I hate you!

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
For now.

Caleb Temple:
I smell a ghost.

Caleb Temple:
I'm not like every little boy. I'm Lucas Buck's son.

Deputy Ben Healy:
I know that...

Caleb Temple:
So when I tell you to do something, you gonna do it, right?

[to Merlyn, who's a ghost]

Caleb Temple:
I'm tired of your preaching. Tired of your white dress. And I don't wanna see you no more. So why don't you just go somewhere and decompose?

Caleb Temple:
The Buck starts here.

Caleb Temple:
They say you dream about the person who's gonna kill you.

Caleb Temple:
This ain't right.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Sure it is, boy. You're doing fine.

Caleb Temple:
No, sir.

Deputy Ben Healy:
Well, it's a grey gun. A grey gun.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
A ray gun?

Deputy Ben Healy:
A grey gun, Lucas! It's a grey gun!

Deputy Ben Healy:
What's going on here?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Oh, all kinds of fun. Matter of fact... things are just getting good.

Deputy Ben Healy:
Why do you think they call them "southern belles"?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
That's French, Ben. It means "beautiful."

Deputy Ben Healy:
Oh yeah, I knew that. Four-alarm "belles."

Brian:
You're late.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
And up until now, you were still on my good side.

Caleb Temple:
Are you spying on me?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Heck, no! That ain't my style.

[after hitting a guy with a shovel]

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
These things have a thousand uses!

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
A good loser is still a loser.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Conscience is just the fear of getting caught.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Too late for salvation my friend!

Merlyn Temple:
Do you know what happens to dogs when they die, Caleb?

Caleb Temple:
What happens to them?

Merlyn Temple:
They get to run free all day long, and at the night times, they get to rest at the feet of their masters.

Caleb Temple:
You ever read the Bible, Tina? They got the expression in there, "Eye for an eye." Sheriff Buck taught me that.

Lt. Drey:
You always disturb evidence with such impunity, Buck?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You always go around barkin' up the wrong tree, Drey?

Fr. Tilden:
How did you get in here?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Faith.

Gail Emory:
Don't you give a damn about anything?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Yeah. But not journalism.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Cat got your pen?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I could never imagine myself in what you call "love."

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I don't actually give; I deal. Are you ready to make a deal?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I tell you what, I think that girl's pulling your string.

Caleb Temple:
Well, I don't know what that means.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You will.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I've seen your future, Mel, and, uh... [laughs] it's tragic.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Just remember, a good loser's still a loser.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Leave the light on for me, will you, darlin'? I may wanna... tempt fate.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Looks like Marlene did you right. She comes from a long line of backwoods nymphos.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Maybe some monkey's running around Trinity doing his thing with bored housewives.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Some folks would lay all of Trinity's troubles at my doorstep, but hell, you might as well blame a trailer park for attracting lightning bolts and tornadoes.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
The profession of journalism has about as much integrity as the world's oldest profession; maybe less. At least whores don't kid themselves about their motives.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Well, well. Feels like you might be coming down with a fever. Hmm... maybe we should slide in the thermometer and take a readin'.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You know me better than that, love. I don't "do" anything. Things just happen.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You know what a conscience is?

Caleb Temple:
It's like, uh... when you do something wrong and it bothers you?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Well. Not me.

Dr. Matt Crower:
You don't know anything about my demons.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
'Course I do.

Dr. Matt Crower:
I'll shoot you three places I know are instantly fatal.

Dr. Matt Crower:
Go to hell.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Been there. And you know what? It ain't half bad.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You think you're the only woman I have to service tonight?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
You look like you got a jock fulla chiggers.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
What about the almighty pursuit of the truth? You kinda chucked that awful fast.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
What I say is, be careful what you see in a man's eyes. Might not be the truth.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Well. If it ain't the Hardy Boys.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Well, won't that be cozy. Just the two of you. In intensive care.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
The past isn't dead. Hell, it's not even the past.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Son, nobody makes anybody do anything they don't wanna do in the first place.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Selena, honey... this was not safe sex.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
See? There's that word again. "Choice."

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Only two roads in this world. And if you're listening to anyone but me, you're on the wrong one.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Is this what scared feels like?

Selena Coombs:
I wouldn't know.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
He may be cured, but his personality hasn't improved any.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Do you know what a mentor is?

Caleb Temple:
Half-man, half-beast?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
That's a minotaur.

Gail Emory:
What are you doing?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Prayin'.

["Preyin'"?]

Judge:
I didn't know you were a gardener, Lucas.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I've been known to pull a few weeds.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, TRINITY! I always wanted to do that.

Gail Emory:
What could I possibly be hiding from you?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Your true feelings, perhaps?

Caleb Temple:
What're you doing here?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Lookin' after my own.

[Last lines of the series]

Caleb Temple:
Well, what will I do without her?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Oh... I think we'll get by.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
All guilt is relative. Loyalty counts. And never let your conscience be your guide.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Mmm, damn! *This* is a fish stick.

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
I'm afraid you're under arrest.

Holly Gallager:
On what charge?

Sheriff Lucas Buck:
Stealing my heart.