You know, some people, when they read the paper, they relax. They're off the clock.
My clock has its own schedule.
Sleepy Hollow · Season 1
You know, some people, when they read the paper, they relax. They're off the clock.
My clock has its own schedule.
You said you cut off his head.
First, I shot him. He rose back up. Cutting off his head seemed to be the next logical step.
Two hundred and fifty years, huh? Civil War didn't wake you? Noisy neighbors to the south. Did you get up to pee? Don't know about you, but I'm getting up to pee every seventy-five, eighty years.
Are you quite finished? Because most of what you say is unintelligible gibberish to me. It's like watching a chicken cluck. And, when did it become acceptable for ladies to wear trousers?
That building used to be a livery stables.
Yeah? Well, now it's a Starbucks—where they make coffee.
And that building is also a Starbucks?
Yep.
Well, how many are there?
Per block?
Is there a law?
When I beheaded him, that man didn't die. Because he was never a man at all. He is Death itself, Lieutenant. And somehow he has returned to Sleepy Hollow to finish what he started.
What's insane is a ten-percent levy on baked goods. You do realise the Revolutionary War began on less than two percent—how is the public not flocking to the streets in outrage?! We must do something.
I will literally pay you to stop talking.
I would happily accept because I am in need of currency.
You dropped your gun.
It was empty.
You only fired one shot.
There are more?
Are you Abbie's new boyfriend?
We are amicable, and yes, I am male, but I suspect you're implying something else.
What's your name, tall, dark, and British?
My name is Ichabod Crane.
What do your friends call you? "Icky"?
Not if they wish to remain my friends.
I was born more than two centuries ago, and my wife is a prisoner in some otherworldly realm. I'm no stranger to complications.
Surviving death, separated by time, tests the bonds of love. The moment I saw her, I knew the bravest love is born again with each new day. The kind of love that makes the mundane a marvel, that bewilders with its magnificence: Until Fate's cruel hand intervened, and in a blink of an eye, Katrina was lost to me.
[over the car speaker, near tears] I am so, so sorry.
I offer this tale, no matter how cruelly he may have treated you, to suggest that you do not give up. Nor give in to anything less than certainty in matters of the heart.
No one's ever said—said it like that. Thank you.
It is I who should thank you, kind woman, for unlocking this vehicle from afar. And showing me how the entertainment system operates. Farewell, Yolanda.
[in tears now] Thank you for calling NorthStar Assistance.
An officer of the law with a criminal past. Imagine the delinquency we could perpetrate if we really put our minds to it.
[to Abbie] I've lived on borrowed time; more than any man deserves. I've seen wonders beyond my wildest imaginings. And through these centuries, against the impossibility that we would find each other, we did. And I am most grateful for it.
Imagine you had a pair of glasses into their hearts. Seen what they've done. The parts that are locked down so deep, even they're afraid to see. But, you see them and you carried them. Until the only person you can't see anymore…is yourself. If I didn't stop, I would have disappeared completely.
Rumors of my demise have been…pretty much true.
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