Frank Semyon: Wear a white dress.
Jordan Semyon: You wear a white suit with a red rose in your jacket.
Frank Semyon: I'll wear a red rose in my jacket.
Jordan Semyon: I'll see you coming out of the crowd, head higher than everyone else.
Frank Semyon: At first I worry, I can't see you.
Jordan Semyon: But then you do.
Frank Semyon: I see the white dress.
Detective Ray Velcoro: [to his son using his digital recorder] A turn here, a turn there, and it goes on for years. Becomes something else. I'm sorry, you know, for the man I became... the father I was. I hope you got the strength to learn from that. And I hope you got no doubts how much I loved you, son. And you're better than me. If I had been stronger... I would have been more like you. Hell, son... if everyone was stronger, they'd be more like you.
Jordan Semyon: [throws her ring outside] You think I give a fuck about a ring?
Frank Semyon: That was a big diamond.
Jordan Semyon: Fuck you.
Jordan Semyon: Hey there, handsome.
Frank Semyon: You made it. You're okay?
Jordan Semyon: I did. I'm fine, I'm safe.
Frank Semyon: I'm comin', hold on.
Jordan Semyon: What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?
Frank Semyon: Just making my way, baby. I told you I'd make it.
Jordan Semyon: You did, you made it. You can rest now.
Frank Semyon: No rest. Never stop movin'.
Jordan Semyon: Babe, oh baby, you stopped movin' way back there.
[Frank looks back and sees his body; he collapses to the ground]
Frank Semyon: You're a cop, right? Lady cop.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: What gave me away, the tits?
Frank Semyon: I meant you're a lady. You have dignity.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: I'm gonna talk to you again, right? We're gonna see each other again.
Detective Ray Velcoro: You kidding? You're gonna need a restraining order.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: No. No, I won't.
Detective Ray Velcoro: I owe these filth. I owe Woodrugh.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: Would you run? Now, if I asked, would you?
Detective Ray Velcoro: I might. I just might.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: Trees. A little place in the rock, in the trees. A cave, is how I remember it. It was like a fairytale.
Frank Semyon: I did not live my life to go out like this. You?