Faith: It's because of me. God punished me because of the things I did before we met.
Martin: Not my God. [picks up the baby] Easy, easy.
Faith: There are other gods, Martin. It scares me that something so wicked could grow inside me.
Martin: Never say that. I know he's not the child that we envisioned, but he's ours. It's God's will that we be strong. We have to be for him. We have enough love between us for this child, don't we?
It takes purpose to break the paradigms that others set for us. As a woman, I know this well.Rebecca
Charles: I didn't know these people were capable of fun.
Rebecca: Don't let them beat you. You have good ideas for this town, even if they think you might be crazy.
Charles: Why do they think that?
Rebecca: Well, anyone who spends time in Chapelwaite is either a lunatic or runs the risk of becoming one. [Charles looks concerned] It's just a rumor, Mr. Boone. I mean, isn't that what ambitions are? A form of madness? Isn't a sliver of lunacy what it takes to dream beyond the realm of the ordinary?
I noticed some unpaid bills charged to Jerusalem's Lot. Is that not my family's old mining town?Charles
Children? I have something to share. We've inherited a sawmill and a house in Maine from my cousin, Steven, a man I barely knew. He said he wanted to heal an old rift in our family. Even has a name. Chapelwaite.Charles
There's something inside that you hide from us. It scares me.Loa
Samuel: Mr. Boone. Your children. Are they Christian?
Charles: They are as much or as little Christian as they choose to be, sir.
Samuel: We prayed we'd seen the last Boone.
Charles: And why is that?
Samuel: Because your family is a plague on this town.
Charles: That will be enough, sir. Now, I don't what happened between you and my family, but neither myself nor my children were a part of that. We went nothing more than a fresh start here.
Samuel: I'm sorry to disappoint you.
I guess this is where you go after the portrait gallery.Honor
Mrs. Clores: This is a sad house, Captain. No Boone has ever been happy here.
Charles: Well, we'll be the first.