Werner: In a short time, this will be... a long time ago.
Jay Cavendish: I know why you need my help
Silas Selleck: Oh yeah?
Jay Cavendish: Yeah. You're lonely. You're a lonely man.
Silas Selleck: Sure, kid.
Jay Cavendish: "Sure, kid." "Let's drift." Silent, lonely drifter. You're a lonely, lonely man.
Silas Selleck: No need to concern over me. Hold still.
Jay Cavendish: All I'm sayin' is there's more to life than just surviving.
Silas Selleck: Yeah. There's dyin'. Survival ain't just how to skin a jackrabbit. It's knowing when to bluster and when to hush. When to take a beating and when to strike.
Jay Cavendish: Where's your folks?
Silas Selleck: Father's in the ground in Ireland, mother's in the ground in Canada.
Jay Cavendish: So what keeps you from joining them?
Silas Selleck: I don't know, kid. Quit asking me shit. I was fine 'til you showed up.
Jay Cavendish: *I* showed up? *You* showed up.
Silas Selleck: Yeah, well maybe I'm tired of showin' up.
Silas Selleck: There is more to life than survival. Jay Cavendish taught me that. I owe him my life. Ho for the west.
Werner: A race extinct, their culture banished, their places re-named. Only then will they be viewed with selective nostalgia, mythologized and romanticized in the safe guise of art... and literature
Jay Cavendish: [gazing up at the sky] Same stars, same moon... One day we'll be wanderin' 'round that moon. They'll build a railroad. A railroad up and down the ways. A railroad to the moon. And when we get there... the first thing we'll do... is hunt the natives down.
Silas Selleck: No Indians on the moon.
Jay Cavendish: No, the natives of the moon. The moon people.
Silas Selleck: [Narrating] That kid was a wonder. He saw things differently. To him, we were in a land of hope and good will.
Silas Selleck: [narrating] Once upon a time, 1870 to be exact, a 16-year-old kid traveled from the cold shoulder of Scotland to the baking heart of America to find his love. His name was Jay. Her name was Rose.
Rose Ross: Silly boy...
Shop Keeper: [offering a bottle] Whiskey?
Silas Selleck: [no] Got any meat?
Shop Keeper: I got condemned bacon. Traded it for bullets. Both'll kill you pretty quick.
Johan: [drawing his gun] Sorry. Money... Please.
Shop Keeper: Well, now, looky here. You realize if I give you money, here's the only place around where you can spend it.
Silas Selleck: Breathe...
Rose Ross: Until civilisation arrives...
Silas Selleck: [narrating] His spirit was true. There is more to life than survival. Jay Cavendish taught me that. I owe him my life. Ho for the West.