Marian Dubois

— There's a price on your head.
— How much?
— One hundred gold pieces.
— Is that all?
— I shall have to annoy the Sheriff more. Soon it will be 1,000.
— For 1,000, I'd turn you in myself.

— A home...family... Iove.
— Men speak conveniently of love when it serves their purpose. When it doesn't, 'tis a burden to them.