Carnivale

Samson: You got someone on your tail. Ben: He's a big guy in a brown suit? I think I hooked up with him when I come in. Samson: A real peach, that one. Smiles a lot, but he got dead man's eyes. Who do you reckon he is? Ben: Johnny Law. Samson: His type's more comfortable behind bars than in front of 'em.

(Doting Dad puts his kids on the ferris wheel) Doting Dad: You just let 'em keep riding and riding, okay, slugger? (hands Jonesy a bunch of tickets) Jonesy: You sure? They'll be spinning around for a half hour at least. Doting Dad: That's what I figured. This is their first time up and, well, I just want them to always remember it. Jonesy: Yes, sir. Doting Dad: Good man. (Doting Dad pats Jonesy on the back and walks off; Libby walks up to Jonesy) Libby: There goes one in a million. I can't even imagine having a dad like that. Jonesy: Come on. Your dad loves you. Libby: Sure, he loves me. But not like that. Nothing like that. Of course, you can't really blame him. I mean, look at me. I'm not very lovable. Jonesy: That's not true. Not true at all. Don't talk about yourself that way. Libby: Okay. If you say so. Jonesy: I say so.

Brother Justin: I always said I'd follow the truth no matter where it led me. And now here it is, at my doorstep.

Samson: I saw you and Sofie this morning. Getting kind of close, huh? Ben: Yeah. So? Samson: Listen, kid. She's hurting. She's looking to you. Things happen. Ben: What the he** are you saying? Samson: I'm saying, stay away from her. I'm saying, she don't need the grief. Ben: I'm saying it's none of your ******* business. Samson: You know, you're right. It ain't. But we both know that wherever you're headed, it's likely to be a one-way trip. And that little girl... She's lost enough already.