- Kurdy: [looks around the pilgrims' camp] It's kind of nice.
- Jeremiah: Yeah, it's nice. This kind of nice makes me worry. It usually means somebody wants something from ya. Trust me. I've been hustled before by guys like this.
- Kurdy: You know, Jeremiah, my mom used to say there are two kinds of people - those who kiss and those who offer the cheek.
- Jeremiah: I don't get it.
- Kurdy: Look...
- Jeremiah: I mean, you know, nothing against your mom. It's just I, uh, I don't get that.
- Kurdy: Oh, forget it. She also said there are two types of kids. See, you give a kid a big, old box full of crap, and some kids are gonna see only the crap because that's what they're used to seeing, so they walk away. But the other type of kid sees that crap, dives in and starts digging like crazy 'cause he figures if theres that much crap, there's got be a pony in there somewhere.
- [smiles]
- Jeremiah: So your mom said "crap".
- Constance: The Great Death was not the off switch. It was the reset button. This is not about endings. This is about beginnings.
- David: So you don't believe in God?
- Jeremiah: Let's just say we had a little falling out. I don't bother him, he doesn't bother me. Works fine for both of us.
- David: Yes, I can tell. Look, if you're thinking that I'm going try to convert you to anything, I'm not. Anybody here can believe or not believe anything they want. You just have to believe in something, even if it's just the hope that tomorrow will be better than the day before. You don't even have to believe in God, but to go to war with God, from what I've heard, that never ends well for anyone.
- Constance: [stopping Kurdy, who is about to confront strangers who punched David, the pilgrims' leader] No. In order to stay, we've all taken a vow of non-violence.
- Kurdy: You're kidding.
- Constance: David doesn't believe in violence.
- Kurdy: Oh yeah? well, what about when violence believes in him?
- Constance: He prays... a lot.
- Jeremiah: It's nothing personal. It's just...
- David: You don't trust me.
- Jeremiah: I don't trust you.
- David: How is that not personal?
- Jeremiah: Every time someone drags God into the conversation, it's because they want something. It's a con, it's a hustle, or worse. So excuse me if I look at all you've got going on here, and I wonder what it is that you're really up to.
- David: You know, a few centuries ago, people went on pilgrimages all the time to testify to their belief, to encourage hope, to receive absolution. They expected miracles, and they got them.
- Jeremiah: I believe in miracles a lot less than I believe in whatever it is that you're selling.
- David: [chuckles] Why? It's a new world. The rules have changed. Technologically, we've been plunged back into the middle ages. Right? Maybe, that's the only place where miracles are possible. Maybe, God stopped appearing because He got tired of all the noise. Maybe he only appears when the world is quiet enough to pay attention. Either way, I know we will find our miracle at the end of our journey. Tell me something. Do you believe that there's hope for a better world, Jeremiah?
- Jeremiah: Yeah. Yeah, I do.
- David: Well then, like it or not, you and me and God - we're all on the same side.
- Kurdy: [reads from his unfinished poem to the pilgrims] I wear hope around my neck like a noose. It's loose enough for me to breathe when I need to get me through the day. And, with each swagger and sway, comes a new belief that there's a new relief around the way. So I keep going, halfway knowing it's just a trick my mind likes to play so I don't quit. Or is it? Maybe, I'll never know. Maybe I'll never go past the dreaming that there's more, the scheming that what I'm searching for is seemingly reminiscent to the folklore that there's a garden paradise where I can settle and never have to leave. Where I can
- [closes eyes]
- Kurdy: breathe deep breaths and exhale with abandon. Maybe that paradise is wherever I'm standing... tall,
- [opens eyes but no longer looking at his notes]
- Kurdy: believing in myself, that I can conquer all the sadness and all the madness, and have a ball wherever I go. Could that be the paradise I'm looking for? Maybe. Maybe I'll never know.
- Kurdy: Constance, what if you get to this place, and - I'm not saying this for sure, I'm just asking - but what if we get there and nothing happens? I mean no big, white ship, no golden sail coming out of the sky.
- Constance: Faith means believing in impossible things.
- Kurdy: But what if the impossible really is impossible?
- Constance: Do you know how many people we've reached on the road, touching them with our dream? What happens to us doesn't matter. What matters is we made our journey, kept faith with ourselves.
- Kurdy: I guess that's all that really matters for everybody, huh?
- Constance: [nods head] Mm. At the end of it all, this isn't about God. It isn't about the road, and it isn't even about the big, white ship. It's about believing that miracles are possible. Because of what we're doing, thousands of people believe who didn't believe before, and they'll get their miracle no matter what... because a world without miracles isn't worth saving.