Solomon Vandy: Dia, come on.Dia Vandy: Leave me alone!Solomon Vandy: Dia it is me, your father. Let's go.Dia Vandy: I don't know you! Fisherman!Dia Vandy: Get him, get him!
Maddy Bowen: My dad came home from the war in '69. It took him about... twenty years to get right.Danny Archer: You Americans - you Americans love to talk about your feelings, huh? So, what does that mean? What? You've got a thing for messed up vets now?Maddy Bowen: Shut up.Maddy Bowen: You lost both your parents.Danny Archer: That's a - That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and um... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nineDanny Archer: . Boo-hoo, right?Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder, will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.Danny Archer: It's uh... Ah, What's the point, huh?
He is my son. I am his father. I must go find him. Go ahead, shoot me if you want, but I will go find him.
Solomon Vandy: Dia. Dia. Don't want to be late.Dia Vandy: English boys don't go to school every day.