- David: Carried him out?
- Lila: On his back. I saw it.
- David: How could he?
- Lila: I don't know, I suppose he couldn't... But he did.
- David: Are we gonna shoot him?
- [raises his rifle on a bear]
- Cal: No. No.
- David: Why not?
- Cal: Because we don't want to. Because that's not hunting for the meat. That's hunting for the fear.
- David: We had a dog when I was little. Why don't you have one now? Since you're... You know... Already alone. Isn't that what dogs are for?
- Cal: I don't know what dogs are for, David. All I know is I don't give that much love to a creature who would only live a dozen or so years.
- Cal: Well, you're not remote. You're with me.
- David: No, deer and elk. They know the shortest way between the seasons.
- David: What if it keeps snowing? Or we get lost?
- Cal: You worry too much. Like your mother.
- David: I'm just not used to being so... Remote.
- Cal: Well, you're not remote. You're with me.
- David: [mumbling as he carries his dad] That's... That's the wrong creek. This is the wrong creek going the wrong way. Ours ran to the right. This one's going to the left. I know that much. I don't care. This will lead us to the Shepherd's hut right, dad? Or to a river?
- Cal: [whispering into his ear] All water leads to water. All rivers lead to men.
- David: Yeah. We'll follow the creek then. At least it knows where it's going...
- Cal: Sir moose comes once in the morning. And once again in the evening. Least that's what his tracks say. He may not come for hours. Or at all. You can't tell. If you could, it wouldn't be hunting it would be shopping.
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