Jude Law: Inman

Cold Mountain

Inman

Inman: If you could see my inside - now, whatever you wanna name it - my spirit? That's what I fear. I think I'm ruined. They kept tryin' to put me in the ground. But I wasn't ready,
Ada: Inman...
Inman: But if I had - if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead. How could I write to you after what I done, what I seen?

Inman: You are all that keeps me from slidin' into some dark place.
Ada: How did I keep you? We barely knew each other. It was a few moments.
Inman: A thousand moments! They're like a bag - of tiny diamonds. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck. That's real. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.
Ada: You were plowing a field.
Inman: You were carrying a tray.
Ada: You wouldn't come in.
Inman: No, I wouldn't go in.
Ada: So that's why I had to carry a tray. So I could come out to see you.
Inman: That kiss - which I kissed every day of my walking.
Ada: Every day I was waiting, longing. Longing to see your face.

Rev. Monroe: I have no plans to preach war in my church, Mr. Inman.
Inman: I imagine God is weary of being called down on both sides of an argument.

Inman: Ada, I wanna marry you. If you'll have me.
Ada: Isn't there some religion where you just say I marry you, three times, and then you're man and wife?
Inman: I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.
[Ada laughs]
Inman: Why is that funny?
Ada: No, I think it's I divorce you three times and then you're not married anymore.
[Ada laughs]
Inman: I can wait for ya.
Ada: Oh, Inman, I marry you, I marry you, I marry you, I marry you, I marry you.
[Ada and Inman kiss]
Ada: I have so... I have so many buttons, is that alright? Will you turn your back?
[Inman turns his back but then he turns back around]
Inman: Nope. No, I will not.

Ada: I found you this book - to take with you. William Bartram. They tell me it's good. I think he writes about these parts, the author. So...
Inman: Thank you.
Ada: And this.
[hands Inman a tintype of herself]
Ada: I'm not smiling in it. I don't know how to do that - hold a smile.

Veasey: Oh God of my God! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Junior: What's up?
Veasey: The Israelites! The tribes of Israel are about to flee from the banks of Egypt! Hallelujah!
Inman: He's got a shit coming on. It's overdue.

Blind Man: Gettin' better, soldier?
Inman: Seems that way.
Blind Man: I wouldn't hurry. The war's almost done.Don't need your help to lose it.
[chuckles]
Inman: Been meanin' to ask you, where'd you take your wound?
Blind Man: Oh, before I was born. Never set eyes on a thing in this world. Not a tree, a gun, or a woman. Put my hand on all three, though.

Inman: Come out of there.
Bosie: No, sir. Here's fine.
Inman: I'll just have to shoot the horse from under you.
Bosie: Shoot her. She's not mine. You riding Mr. Teague's animal?
Inman: I am.
Bosie: He dead?
Inman: I hope so. Look, how old are you? Give me your gun and ride home, I'm done fighting. I'm sick of it.
Bosie: I give you my gun and you'll shoot me dead.
Inman: I will not shoot you, but nor am I walking down that mountain looking over my shoulder for you.
Bosie: That's what you call a conundrum. I tell you what I've got on my side.
Inman: What have you got on your side?
Bosie: The confidence of youth.

Inman: This doesn't come out right. If it were enough to stand, without the words.
Ada: It is, it is.
Inman: Look at the sky now. What color is it? Or the way a hawk flies. Or you wake up and your ribs are bruised thinking so hard on somebody. What do you call that?

Inman: She got me a book, Ada Monroe. A man by the name of Bartram. He wrote about his travels. Sometimes, just readin' the name of a place - near home - Sorell Cove, Bishop's Creek. Those places belonged to people before us. To the Cherokee. What did he call Cold Mountain? How could a name - not even a real name - break your heart? It's her. She's the place I'm headin'. And I hardly know her. I hardly know her! And I just can't seem to get back to her,

[Veasey finds a saw]
Veasey: Hey! Look at this! This is a good saw.
Inman: It's not yours. You take it, you make us another enemy. You are a Christian- don't you know your commandments?
Veasey: You'll find the good Lord very flexible on the subject of property. We could do a lot with this saw. Cut down a tree. Play music with it. You're gonna thank me for this saw.
Inman: I'll say thank you when I've lost you and I've found some food.

Sara: I'm alone here, as you can see, with my baby. I need to believe you mean no harm.
[Inman takes out his gun]
Inman: No, I mean to give it to you.
Sara: I don't want it. If I had my way they'd take metal altogether out of this world. Every blade, every gun.