Charles Bromley: And this is my daughter, Miss Jerusha.
Jerusha Bromley Hale: I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Reverend Hale.
[She extends her hand to greet him; he sneezes violently]
Abner Hale: Oh dear. Did I spray?
Charles Bromley: No, no, no, not at all.
[reading from a proclamation to her subjects]
Queen Malama: Next law: Everyone will love Jesus.
Queen Malama: Aloha nui, my little, adorable, haole sister.
Abner Hale: I have been thinking lately, that our church is ready for a board of deacons. I'm willing to make you their head, Keoki. You would move among the Hawaiians, find out who is smoking, who has alcohol on his breath, who is sleeping with another man's wife - that sort of thing. Then each week, you will hand me a list, to be admonished from the pulpit.
Keoki: I sought a way to serve my people... not to spy upon them.
[turns and walks away]
Abner Hale: Your mother will not be pleased that you have refused the deaconship.
Keoki: My mother is dying.
Abner Hale: Your mother is not dying, Keoki. I just talked with her. There is nothing wrong with her.
Keoki: She will die... and then will come the whistling wind.
Dr. John Whipple: [Addressing Abner, while holding Keoki's lifeless body, victim of the measles epidemic that has ravaged the native Hawaiians] There's nothing you could've done for him... When Captain Cook discovered these islands 50 years ago, they were a true paradise. Infectious disease was unknown. They didn't even catch cold! And there were 400,000 of them - now there are less than 150,000. You and I may well live to see the last Hawaiian lowered into his grave - with proper Christian services, of course.
Rev. Immanuel Quigley: I wish you would reconsider Brother Hale. You'll be alone here, no church, no support... no friends.
Abner Hale: In this place I have know God, Jerusha Bromley and Ruth Malama Kanakoa. Beyond that, a man needs no friends.
Abner Hale: We are taking the land of the people whose souls we came to save, while they are dying... The whole race is dying before our eyes!
Rev. Immanuel Quigley: I'm afraid that is true. But the Lord's ways are not our ways. And the only answer that I can find is that perhaps, the Lord intends for these islands gradually to pass into other hands.
Abner Hale: May God forgive you.