Empire Falls

Max Roby:
[to Miles] To tell you the truth, I would rather have a complete idiot for a child than an ingrate.

Miles Roby:
How does it feel, Francine? To know your husband shot himself in the head rather than spend one more minute on this earth with you?

John Voss:
[holds a gun at Tick Roby] This is what I dream.

Tick Roby:
[to Miles] This is John Voss. Uncle David said we needed a new busboy.

David Roby:
[to Miles] Take a look at Brian. He looks like a walking appetite suppressant!

Brian:
[stumbles into back kitchen area] Hey, Miles!

Miles Roby:
Brian, come here for a minute. [looks at Brian's infected face] You gotta go home!

Brian:
What do you mean? I can't help it! Something bit me. I can still work.

Miles Roby:
Yeah, but people got to eat here. [takes Brian's busboy bin] Go home!

Francine Whiting:
What can't be cured must be endured.

Miles Roby:
What can't be cured must be avenged.

Janine Roby:
Don't be staring at my b*obs, Miles. We were married 20 years, they never interested you the whole time.

Horace:
I don't know if I've told you, Bea, but in my experience, most human beings are selfish, greedy, venal, unprincipled [with Bea] utterly irredeemable sh*t-eaters!

Miles Roby:
I think Father Tom is making off with the cash box again.

Father Mark:
Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Ms. Koss will fetch him.

Ms. Koss:
Come back here, you old bat! Father Tom! Father Tom! Bring that back!

Father Mark:
Who says God has no sense of humor?

Bea:
It's not that I think it's a bad idea, Miles. Like I told you, I'm game. But it's going to mean war. That woman will come after us.

Miles Roby:
F*** her. Let her come.

Max Roby:
You're ready to come home?

Tick Roby:
Can we?

Max Roby:
Ask your father, not me. Old men don't get to vote. Old men gotta keep their mouth shut and do as they're told like they're stupid.

Horace:
I don't eat onions, Miles. I know you've been away, but I haven't changed. I read "The Globe," I write for "The Sentinel," I never send Christmas cards and I don't eat onions.

Charlene:
[about Walt] Somebody, shoot him.

Janine Roby:
People can change, and I'm changing.

Bea:
You're not changing, Janine, you're just losing weight.

Francine Whiting:
What you really hate is the fact that I know you better than you know yourself.

Miles Roby:
Well, maybe I'll surprise you one day.

Walt Comeau:
Put your sweater on, you look cold.

Father Mark:
[about Max] He'd steal from God?

Miles Roby:
Yeah, he's pretty fearless as far as God's concerned. I don't know whether he's an atheist or he just thinks he'll be able to bullshit God like he does everybody else.

[about the growth on Horace's forehead]

Max Roby:
You should have that thing removed.

Bea:
Max.

Horace:
What thing?

Max Roby:
I'm always afraid it's going to explode when I'm talking to you. What would it cost you to have it cut off?

Horace:
Don't know, never looked into it.

Max Roby:
Oh, boy, I would have. If I had that thing growing out of my forehead, I'd had it looked into pronto.

Horace:
Oh, I don't know, Max. I think it might be the source of my intelligence.

[Bea laughs]

Horace:
What if I had it cut off and then found that it was responsible for all my best ideas?

John Voss:
If chickens knew what they were in for they would never come out of their eggs.

David Roby:
[referring to Walt] Tell me something, Bro - Why do you allow him in here?

Miles Roby:
I think he just comes in here to make sure I know there's no hard feelings.

David Roby:
He steals your wife, and there's no hard feelings?

Miles Roby:
Some sins trail their own penance.

Otto Mayer:
Who, after all, arrives at his heart's home at the end of the day? Even this day, who can say that the next will bring joy?... or comfort?... or justice?... or release?... or an end to care? Lives are like rivers... eventually they go where they must... not where we want them to.

Miles Roby:
[referring to Max] He becomes a public nuisance when he tires of being a private one.

Janine Roby:
Miles, when you were a kid, did you ever imagine...

Miles Roby:
What?

Janine Roby:
I don't know... more?

Miles Roby:
Don't feel bad, Darlin'. No one ever imagines less.