Tom Eckert : Don't talk. Don't say anything. Let me look at ya. I knew I was right. I knew it. You're alive. I was tough on both of you. I did things that made you, made you hate me sometimes. You understand now, don't you?

Jed Eckert : What happened, dad? Why are you here? What'd you do?

Tom Eckert : Doesn't matter. One way or another, for one reason or another, we're all gone. It's all gone. Remember. Remember when you used to go in the park and play, and I used to put you two on the swings? Both of you were so damn little.

Jed Eckert : I remember. I remember all of it.

Tom Eckert : Well, I won't be there to pick you up when you fall now. Both of you have to take care of each other now.

“You think you're tough for eating beans every day? There's half a million scarecrows in Denver who'd give anything for one mouthful of what you got. They've been under siege for about three months. They live on rats and sawdust bread and sometimes… on each other. At night, the pyres for the dead light up the sky. It's medieval.”

Win or die.