Grey: (admiring Marie) She's particular.
Carney: She's just young, that's all.
Bill: And Cajun. You'd have to speak French.
Grey: Not for long.
Papite: Your journey back has been a long one. Sit if you are tired.
Grey: What do you know about my journey?
Papite: The journey back from death is always long.
Sebastian: It doesn't make any difference to me if you say you're Gabriel or not. It doesn't make any difference to anyone. But to Marie, you be Gabriel.
Grey: It matters to me who I am.
Carney: Any luck, Mr. Blake?
Bill: What's luck, Carney?
Carney: Well, I meant, did you find Captain Holden?
Bill: Do you like New Orleans?
Carney: Yes, yes, I like it.
Bill: Yeah, I like New Orleans, too. I like the food, I like the women, I like the wine. Not necessarily in that order.
Carney: I know what you mean.
Bill: Well, if you know what I mean, what the devil are you asking me about Captain Holden for?