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Father: Would you stab a priest? Yvon: Depends on the priest, I suppose.
Father: Would you stab a priest? Yvon: Depends on the priest, I suppose.
Bouchard [to Mathilde]: That is a fierce wobble. Gus should stick to bending barrel staves.
Bouchard [to Mathilde]: This mayhem is the result of a wobble?
Trepagny: I am to have a wife.
Sasha [to Duquet]: Mr. Duquet, is it? We speak your language and we speak it quite well.
Claudette: We’re only here to spread her legs and let men seed our wombs for New France. Melissande: Then don’t be stupid. Shut your legs.
Sel: What are we cutting the trees for? Trepagny: To build. To raise up. You will see.
Sel: Monsieur Trepagny is passed out in my cabin. Mari: That is a good place for him.
Bouchard: We conducted a thorough search. Yvon: Not thorough enough, it seems.
Duquet: We have been tricked into serving a mad squatter. Sel: He will hunt you down if you leave. Duquet: Then we shall make a game of it.