- Ole Munch: When Munch was a boy... freedom was a potato. It was you didn't get killed today. Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade. But to free himself, the man ate first so others could not. He killed before he was killed. He wanted nothing more, because only kings had the freedom to want. But now, everywhere you look, you see kings. Everything they want, they call their own, and if they cannot have it, they say that they are not free. They even pretend that freedom should be free, that it has no cost. But the cost is always... death. Life for life. Me... or you.
- Irma: Please. I don't understand. Why are you here? What do you want?
- [Munch rises out of the bathtub, revealing his naked body]
- Ole Munch: Pancakes.
- Justice Crenshaw: In 1958, the Chinese went to war with the sparrow.
- Agent Meyer: Sir?
- Justice Crenshaw: Mao gave the order. The birds were eating the people's seed and grain. They had to go. So people all over the country started beating on pots and pans to drive the birds mad. Death by exhaustion. Two billion sparrows exterminated, all praised a great leader. But do you know what happens when you remove birds from a food chain? There's no one left to eat the bugs and the locusts. So, instead of solving a hunger problem, they ended up creating an even bigger one. You ever heard of the Great Famine? Possibly 50 million Chinese starving to death?
- Agent Joaquin: Sir...
- Justice Crenshaw: One step ahead. I'm not asking you to play four-dimensional chess. I'm saying think one step ahead. If we go to war with the most powerful sheriff in North Dakota, whose fathers and grandfathers were sheriffs, and who's connected to the most powerful militia in the upper Midwest, what do you think happens then?
- [agents stare wordlessly]
- Justice Crenshaw: Until you can answer that question, I want you to make Roy Tillman more like a hobby of yours, something you do in your spare time when you're not punishing the actual criminals.
- Agent Joaquin: You're on his side.
- [pause]
- Justice Crenshaw: We're done here.
- Josh Hunk: Nobody asked you to come here.
- Roy Tillman: See, there were twelve spies of Israel, sent to scout the land of Canaan. Joshua was one of the good ones. Are you one of the good ones, Joshua?
- [Lenore comes to refill Roy's coffee; Roy notes the bruises on her arm]
- Roy Tillman: [sighs] I tried. My great-grandfather's name was Roy. Indian killer, fought in the Battle of Big Mound, Dead Buffalo Lake. Lost an ear in the Battle of the Badlands. He's the only American to ever earn four Medals of Honor. Now, he was one of the good ones. Me, I try to be. You... not so much, I think. You're what we call a waste of skin. Defective. Eating our food, breathing our air, wasting precious resources.
- Josh Hunk: [pulls a gun on Roy] Yeah, keep talking. See what happens.
- Roy Tillman: [looks at Lenore] See, now your beta male thinks that having a firearm makes him an alpha, but it's just lipstick on a pig, you feel me?
- Josh Hunk: You don't know when to fucking quit, do you?
- Lenore Hunk: Babe... don't.
- Roy Tillman: A man threatened my children last night. Came to my house, face painted like an Apache. Maybe it wasn't a man. Some kind of spirit. My point is, this? You? Like a paper airplane in the rain.
- [Josh's arm begins to shake]
- Josh Hunk: Fuck it.
- [fires the gun, and Roy shoots him dead]