- Detective Rust Cohle: What are you doing here?
- Detective Marty Hart: Nothing. Nurse said I could come in.
- Detective Rust Cohle: Are you watching me sleep?
- Detective Marty Hart: You know what, I just got here. I was gonna leave, but then you woke up. Jesus, what's your fucking problem?
- Detective Rust Cohle: Nothing much of a problem.
- Detective Marty Hart: Not a care in the world.
- Detective Rust Cohle: Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments: everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that... You're livin' wrong.
- Detective Rust Cohle: We didn't get 'em all.
- Detective Marty Hart: Yea and we ain't gonna get 'em all. That ain't what kind of world it is, but we got ours.
- Detective Rust Cohle: I'm not supposed to be here.
- Detective Marty Hart: Yeah... Well, I'll come back by tomorrow, buddy.
- Detective Rust Cohle: Why?
- Detective Marty Hart: Don't ever change, man.
- Rust Cohle: There was a moment... I know when I was under in the dark that something... whatever I'd been reduced to, you know, not even consciousness. It was a vague awareness in the dark, and I could... I could feel my definitions fading... And beneath that... darkness, there was another kind. It was - it was deeper, warm, you know, like a substance. I could feel, man, and I knew, I knew my daughter waited for me there... So clear. I could feel her.
- [Voice trembling]
- Rust Cohle: I could feel... I could feel a piece of my - my pop, too. It was like I was a part of everything that I ever loved, and we were all... the 3 of us, just - just fadin' out. And all I had to do was let go... and I did. I said, "Darkness, yeah, yeah." And I disappeared. But I could - I could still feel her love there, even more than before. Nothing... There was nothing but that love.
- [Sobbing]
- Rust Cohle: Then I woke up.
- Detective Marty Hart: Rust...
- Detective Rust Cohle: Agh. Ah, fuck. Ah, he got me pretty good, Marty.
- Detective Marty Hart: No, Rust. It ain't bad. It ain't bad.
- Rust Cohle: That taste...
- Marty Hart: What?
- Rust Cohle: Aluminum. Ash. I've tasted it before.
- Marty Hart: Still see things ever?
- Rust Cohle: Never stops. Not really. What happened in my head is not something that gets better.
- Errol Childress: Come on inside, little priest. To the right, little priest. Take the bride's path. This is Carcosa.
- Marty Hart: Oh, hey. I brought you something.
- Rust Cohle: Are we gettin' engaged?
- Marty Hart: If we were gettin' engaged, I'd'a got a nicer ribbon.
- Rust Cohle: You remembered.
- Marty Hart: Yeah.
- Rust Cohle: Ah. Let's get out from under this roof huh.
- Marty Hart: Good idea.
- Rust Cohle: Yeah, I can push two god damn wheels on my own.
- Marty Hart: Yea, I oughta let you. You'll rip out your fucking stitches. Stop it.
- Marty Hart: You know, when she told me, she said not to blame you, that it wasn't your choice... You, uh, were drunk and... she made it happen.
- Rust Cohle: Everybody's got a choice, Marty... Shit, I sure blamed you.
- Marty Hart: Blamed me? For what?
- Rust Cohle: [Swallows] For pushing a good woman to the point where she had to use me, use our partnership to get rid of you. For just being a lying sack of shit.
- Marty Hart: You know, she couldn't have used you, if you didn't want some.
- Rust Cohle: There you go... Everybody's got a choice.
- Marty Hart: It's hard to find something in a man who rejects people as much as you do, you know that?