Hosea Matthews (World's Greatest Dad)

It's a big country. As long as you run far enough away, folk forget all about you. At least that's always worked so far.

Oh...relax, I ain't here to rob you. Though it seems that's easy enough.

So…what do you think?

What are we gonna do? We need supplies.

Are we still heading west, in search of fortune and repose in virgin forests as we planned? No. Are we heading in the correct direction on our desperate escape from the law eastwards down the mountains? Yes, I believe so.

I heard things got nasty on that ferry.

Moonshine, my fine fellow.

A 'Great American Western Adventure,' that was your pitch.

The mind boggles.

Come on, Herr Strauss. Let's get warm.

When I die, I just want to be buried with friends.

May I have a word with the man of the house?

Truth is, there's never really and getting out, and staying in…it's hard, you know that, but Bessie and I made it work.

Well, Lenny and Jenny could never have worked. That's like Arthur and Martha. Or Bill and Phil.

Now, who wants to get shot over a bottle or two of liquor?

Come on, Herr Strauss. Let's get warm.

Damn right it will.

Arthur and I were about to prosper in Blackwater. We were onto something big...then Micah got you all excited about that ferry and here we are.

Now, take us to the deeper water and pray for…good luck and stupid fish.

I drifted back into it. She understood...she knew what I was.