Hosea: I love those kids but they sure do ask a lot of questions!
Hosea: "Where's our next camp?" "What's for dinner?" "When we going robbing?" "Where's my fishing rod?" "Where's my journal?" "Where's my dominoes?" "Where's my gun?" "Where's my hat?"
Dutch: I know exactly what you mean.
Hosea: Oh yeah, what do they ask you?
Dutch: "Where's Hosea?"
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Tilly: Arthur! I made you a friendship bracelet.
Arthur: Oh, you know I ain't into that sort of thing, miss Jackson.
Tilly: Well, I can go give it to someone else-
Arthur, practically snatching it from her: No, I'm wearing it forever.
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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 31
Bessie: Oh, you’re such a handsome young man! Can you give us a big smile?
Little John, who had a shitty childhood & doesn’t know how: 😬
Bessie: Oh! Ah - please don’t do that again. Ok-
Thomas the Swamp Boatman: You people have issues.
Arthur: Well of course I have issues!
Dutch: *drowning Bronte*
Arthur, pointing to him: THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ FATHER!!!
Arthur: Hey man, whatcha doin’? Whatcha up to?
Francis Sinclair: Nothin’ big. Just, uh, practicing my time traveling. So-
Arthur: Sorry, did you say time traveling? Like traveling-through-time time traveling?!?!?
Francis: In fact, the love of your life is gonna walk through that door in three, two, one-
Charles, opening door: Hey, I’m sorry, is this - is this the therapy session?
Arthur: The love of my life is a man?!?
Francis: . . . Oh, have we not gotten to that part yet?
Micah: It’s sad to see you slowing down, Cowpoke. Tell me, is it the TB?
Arthur: Maybe it is the tuberculosis. But then how pathetic are you? That you can’t best me at my worst!
Dutch: The money is what I want. That is where my loyalties lie. That is what my priority is!
Hosea: Not the person who raised your children?
Dutch: Don’t bring the boys into this.
Hosea: Alright. NOT THE MAN YOU MARRIED?!?!?
Dutch: I REFUSE TO BE BLAMED ANY LONGER FOR THIS GROTESQUE MISALLIANCE!!!!
Arthur: I don’t talk about feelings, Hosea. I don’t have any, I’ve never seen one. I’m a night-stalking, train-robbing outlaw, and a campfire tune-singing machine. I don’t feel anything emotionally except for rage - twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, at a million percent. And if you think that there’s something behind that, then you’re crazy. Goodnight Hosea!
Hosea: Arthur, it’s morning.
Arthur, looking into the sun bc he didn’t realize: Hsssssssssaahhhhh!!!
Young John: I have a question.
Young Hosea: Alright, shoot.
Young John: *shoots the ceiling* Alright can I ask it now?
Mr. Grimshaw: If I were a gardener, I’d put our two-lips together.
Susan: Aw, thank you!
Dutch: If I were a gardener, you’d be my Ho.
Hosea: Thanks.
Hosea: It must be so nice to be rich instead of, say, having to develop a personality.
Mrs. Braithwaite: Shut up, Matthews.
Hosea: Buy my silence, Catherine.
Charles: I have this strange urge to do something stupid.
Arthur: I’m stupid, do me.
Charles:
The Gang:
Arthur: I said that out loud.
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Dutch, threatening someone: Now don't you dare make me send my son, Arthur, after you! He's the meanest bastard around! God knows what bloodthirsty horrors he's off doing right this minute!!
-Meanwhile-
Arthur: *sitting in a field of flowers, humming the song his mother used to sing to him while sketching some deer after having saved a widow and her children*
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