[to Diefenbaker] I brought you supper. Oh you know, I was hoping to, uh, be able to spend some time with you this evening, but I, uh, have a dinner engagement with a very nice woman that I meet in a parking lot. And I can't cancel it because I don't know her phone number - or her name for that matter. No, it's not what you're thinking. It isn't. And you know something? I-I-I don't appreciate your attitude. Y-y-y-you're very judgmental. Just because you were right once does not make you infallible. I am perfectly capable of handling myself in any situation. I am- I am a Mountie. [puts milk in cabinet instead of refrigerator]
[to Dief] You know, I don't even know why I bother talking to you when you're in these kinds of moods. May I be frank? I only started talking to you on the ice floe out of sheer boredom. Now you've got an opinion on virtually everything!
You know... there was a woman once, Ray. We were, uh... I don't know what we were. In the end I tracked her up above the 62nd parallel, to a place called Fortitude Pass. A storm had been blowing for days, the whole world was white. By the time I found her I'd lost everything - my packs, my supplies... everything. She was huddled in the lee side of a mountain crag. She was almost frozen, very near death, so I staked a lean-to, draped my coat across it, and dragged her inside and I covered her body with my own, and I just held her, while the storm closed around us like a blanket, until all I could hear was the sound of her heartbeat. Weakening. I forced her to speak to me, just... talk to me, say anything just to keep the cold from taking her. And it snowed for a day, and a night, and a day, and I was delirious. I almost gave up. The only thing I had to hold onto was the sound of her voice, which never wavered. She recited a poem. You know the funny thing? I must have heard that poem... a thousand times that night, but I never heard the words. It ended... badly. She had a... she had a darkness inside her... and the most beautiful voice. The most beautiful voice you ever heard.
Okay, okay. It was the mud right? You knew it came off his shoe because when you sniffed it, it smelled like...mud! I mean, what else does mud smell like?
Benton Fraser
Perhaps it was something off the floor of the bar.
Wood? No, no, no. Beer and maybe peanut shells. And when you tasted it - which, by the way, I can't believe you put that in your mouth - you tasted the salt from the peanut shells and knew that he had been here, right?
You see that's such a simple plan that the American mind automatically tends to discount it, so let me run it back to you: We wait here. Gerard and God knows who else comes - sometime when? We're not sure. And then, when we least expect it, they shoot us dead with automatic weapons. Any part I left out?
Fraser
Yes. I need Gerard alive to testify, so we can't kill him.
When I graduated from the Academy my father gave me one piece of advice. He said, "Always..." No, he said, "Never..." Well, actually, he gave me two pieces of advice but I've forgotten the other one. But the important one is, "Never chase a man over a cliff."