Sara: You think I'm a monster.
Boyd: I don't give two shits what you are. The only reason you're alive is because Father Khatri thought you could help us all get home. The second you prove him wrong, I'm gonna put a bullet in you myself. Now keep walking.

Kenny: Sheriff, the people need you right now. They need to hear that-
Boyd: What? They need to hear what? Everything's gonna be okay? That God's got a plan. Look, if you're gonna be the sheriff when I'm gone, you're going to need to start figuring out how to say things like that for yourself and sound halfway convincing. You'll do fine.

Fatima: It's so beautiful.
Donna: They catch all the bad dreams. And let only the sweet ones reach you.

It doesn't end like this. My path. Please.

Khatri

Jasmine: Hey, Trudy.
Trudy: How do you know my name?
Jasmine: We know all your names.

Fatima: You know, you should really work on your party face. What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?
Trudy: You don't have to. I know you don't like me.
Fatima: That's not true.
Trudy: I just...such a nice party.
Fatima: You'll get one, too.
Trudy: No. I don't think I will.

Boyd: Why are you telling me this now?
Khatri: Because I have Sara tied up in the basement of the truth.

Julie: Is he okay?
Fatima: Nights like this are just a little tough for him. As much as you celebrate the people who make it, you also remember the ones who didn't.

We need to talk.

Khatri [to Sara]

Boyd: I'm sick, Kenny.
Kenny: What do you...have you talked to Kristi about it?
Boyd: Not that kind of sick.

Kristi: Can I be honest with you?
Boyd: Please.
Kristi: I get that you want to prepare him for the worst. Get him ready to take your place in case something ever...But right now he's really hurting. And I don't think he needs a sheriff. I think he needs a dad.
Boyd: Goddammit.

Jade: Listen, you don't like me, alright? That's fine. But if there's even the slightest chance this could work, don't you want to know for sure?
Jim: Yeah. Yeah, I do.

FROM Quotes

Kenny: You think they're ready?
Boyd: Go head get the strip.

Boyd: Motherfucker. What I tell you, Frank?
Frank: It got late. And I didn't-
Boyd: You got kids. You nail the windows shut. You nail the motherfucking windows shut, Frank! Right?