Dead Man (1995)
William Blake: What is your name?
Nobody: My name is Nobody.
William Blake: Excuse me?
Nobody: My name is Exaybachay. He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.
William Blake: He who talks... I thought you said your name was Nobody.
Nobody: I preferred to be called Nobody.
Nobody: Every night and every morn, some to misery are born. Every morn and every night, some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight; some are born to endless night.
Nobody: The vision of Christ that thou dost see, is my vision's greatest enemy.
Train Fireman: Look out the window. And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later than night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?"
William Blake: If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.
Nobody: The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Nobody: That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.
[Nobody has put wounded William Blake in a canoe, and is about to push him out to sea]
William Blake: Hello.
Nobody: I prepared your canoe with cedarboughs. It's time for you to leave now, William Blake. Time for you to go back where you came from.
William Blake: You mean Cleveland?
Nobody: Back to the place where all the spirits came from, and where all the spirits return. This world will no longer concern you.
William Blake: [shows Nobody a reel of tobacco] Found some tobacco.
Nobody: That tobacco is for your voyage... William Blake.
William Blake: Nobody... I don't smoke.
[pushes William Blake's canoe out. He waves and says goodbye to Blake in a different language]
William Blake: [watches from the canoe as Cole Wilson sneaks up behind Nobody. The two shoot each other to death. As William drifts further out, he falls in a deep forever-lasting sleep]
[William has just discovered a colt in Thel's bed]
Thel Russell: Watch it. It's loaded.
William Blake: Why do you have this?
Thel Russell: Because this is America.
Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?
Conway Twill: [talking about Cole] Fucked his parents.
Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett: He what ?
Conway Twill: He fucked his parents.
Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett: Both of 'em ?
Conway Twill: Yeah. Mother. Father. Parents. Both of 'em. Fucked 'em.
William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
William Blake: No, I traded it.
Nobody: For what?
William Blake: I'm not telling.
William Blake: Thief.
Nobody: [seeing William touching his chest wound] Leave that alone stupid white man.
William Blake: [as Nobody grints and attends to his wound] Am I going to die?
Nobody: The circle of life has no ending.
[Hr grunts as he attends him]
William Blake: Why are you helping me?
Nobody: A bird told me.
William Blake: A bird told you?
Nobody: A small magical bird with bright blue feathers
Nobody: I was following him in your forest, hoping to acquire one of his indigo feathers... and then I lost him... and then I found him again. He was perched on your chest tasting your blood. He looked at me. Then he flew directly west in a straight line - his small beak red with your blood.
[Waking Blake up in the morning]
Nobody: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake. Rise now, and drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead!
Nobody: I was then taken east, in a cage. I was taken to Toronto. Then Philadelphia. And then to New York. And each time I arrived at another city, somehow the white men had moved all their people there ahead of me. Each new city contained the same white people as the last, and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
Nobody: Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike.
Big George: I don't give a shit who saw what, and who did what, or who did who.
Nobody: It is strange that you do not remember any of your poetry, William Blake.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job.
John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
Big George: By God, I'm hit. Lord have mercy. Burns like hellfire. You son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to kill somebody now.
Big George: Well Sally, I don't give a pig's ass what anybody says, I still say you make a hell of a pot of beans.
Big George: You know I just, I can't drink whiskey like I usetacould. My old belly just ain't no count. I get the shits every time don't you know.
Nobody: You are being followed, William Blake.
William Blake: Are you sure? How do you know?
Nobody: Often the evil stench of white man precedes him.
Cole Wilson: [seeing a dead marshal's head lying on a woodpile] Looks like a goddamn religious icon!
Nobody: You were a poet and a painter, William Blake. But now, you're a killer of white men.
Train Fireman: That doesn't explain why you've come all the way out here... all the way out here to hell.
Train Fireman: Look... they are shooting buffalo, government says... it killed a million of 'em last year alone.
Conway Twill: 'Course you can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation talkin' to a bear... talkin' to a goddamn bear.
[Cole Wilson, Conway Twill and Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett are sitting at John Dickinson's desk]
Conway Twill: Hey Wilson, got any extra tobacco?
[Cole looks at him and says nothing]
Conway Twill: Uh. Of course, you wouldn't have any 'extra' tobacco. How 'bout you?
[Johnny also looks at him and says nothing]
Conway Twill: Shit. You ain't even old enough to smoke.
Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!