Carnivàle (2003–2005)

Clancy Brown: Brother Justin Crowe

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Quotes 

• Sofie : Go to hell!

  Justin : Go? Why, I plan on bringing it here.

• Justin : Do you know that there is a boy here whose mother abandoned him in the restroom of a Five and Dime?

  Iris : No, but...

  Justin : Or that Polly Ann's father sold her to some men for one dollar? No. No, of course not. Who wants to dwell on things like that? We never consider the little ones. We only put on our clothes. Who can see the children feeding the endless, ravenous hunger of the textile mill, mechanical mouths that aren't choosey: silk and thread, a lock of hair, a scrap of scalp, tiny, torn fingers. We only turn up the heat. Why think of the boys in the mines crouched over the chutes? For hours they sit, sifting the refuse from the coal, their backs bent. Old men by nine, black lung by twelve. Coal is heavy and hard, hands are soft and fragile; crushed, feet crushed, skulls crushed. Go for a walk; you see them. Poisoned girls selling themselves to men and women. A nickel buys a virgin; some are kept in cages. Babies, bought by men who raise them as livestock. Animals to abuse, soft flesh to violate, to tear and bite! 'If anyone causes even one of the little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and be damned in the depths of the sea!' They must open their eyes! They must open their mouths and drown!

• Justin : I'm reminded of the phrase "making a deal with the devil".

  Tommy Dolan : Aw, come on. I'm not that bad.

  Justin : No. You're not.

• Justin : The clock is ticking, brothers and sisters, counting down to Armageddon. The worm reveals himself in many guises across this once great land; from the intellectual elite cruelly indoctrinating our children with the savage blasphemy of Darwin, to the craven Hollywood pagans, corrupting them in the darkness of the local bijou, from the false prophets cowering behind our nation's pulpits to the vile parasites in our banks and boardrooms and the godless politicians, growing fat on the misery of their constituents. The signs of the end times are all around us, etched in blood and fire by the left hand of god. You have but to open your eyes, brothers and sisters. The truth is that the Devil is here. The Anti-Christ, the Child of Lies, the Son of Darkness walks among us cloaked in the flesh of a man. Does the Lord not weep at this degradation? Does He not tremble with righteous fury? And shall he not seek retribution? I open my eyes and I see a black sky that tears apart and screams with a voice that is thunder, 'Rise up, rise up brothers and sisters and take your place at my side. For you shall be my scythe and your face shall shine like a thousand suns and the streets shall be sanctified by the steaming black blood of the heretics.' And together brothers and sisters, together we shall build a shining temple, a kingdom that will last for thousands and thousands of years.

• [to maid who is kneeling at his feet] 

  Justin : Your mama taught you how to pray, didn't she?

• Justin : What a day to lose the maid.

• Justin : You always knew what was inside of me.

• Justin : Vulgarity is not a sin against God, but against polite society. Between you and me, I don't give a shit about polite society.

• [Brother Justin is in an insane asylum when a radio program concerning him begins to air amidst the cacophony] 

  Justin : Be still.

  [Total silence except for the radio broadcast] 

• Justin : Ye offspring of serpents, who warned you to flee the wrath to come?