John Dye: Andrew

Quotes 

• John Wilkes Booth : What state are you from?

  Andrew : I like to think that I am from the State of Grace.

• Andrew : God never made anyone a slave. People made people slaves. And slavery, sir, is an abomination.

• John Wilkes Booth : I'm a gentlemen; we can agree to disagree, right?

  Andrew : Yes.

  John Wilkes Booth : You can go your way, I can go mine, right?

  Andrew : Yes.

  John Wilkes Booth : So why can't the states do the same; if the South can't agree with the North, why can't we all just be gentlemen, and call it a day?

  Andrew : Because if every disagreement dissolved the union there would be no marriage. There would be no friendship. There would be, no contracts... no country. There would be nothing but anarchy. And that is where tyrants come from, sir.

• John Wilkes Booth : It's amazing. The light from the fire. It, *illuminates* you. You like some sort of - *avenging angel*. It's quite theatrical, actually.

  Andrew : I am an angel, John. Sent by God.

  John Wilkes Booth : No doubt God wishes to congratulate me.

• Andrew : What you have done was not ordained by God; what you have done, is murder a human being in cold blood. And yet by the grace of that same God there is still time for you to trade that - shame, for mercy.

• Andrew : There's still time, John. You don't have to die alone.

  John Wilkes Booth : ...I can't.

  Soldier : Can't what?

  John Wilkes Booth : My hands.

  Soldier : What?

  John Wilkes Booth : Put them in front of my face.

  Soldier : Why?

  John Wilkes Booth : ...Please.

  Soldier : Get his hands over them.

  John Wilkes Booth : [the soldiers move his arms so he is now in a position to pray]  ... Useless. Useless.

  Soldier : What's useless?

  Andrew : No. John - it's never useless to pray but the time is now, before...

  [Booth is dead] 

  Andrew : Before it's too late.

• Andrew : It's over?

  Sam : For him, yes. But there's still something left to be done. But that requires a different *kind* of angel.

  [glances aside; Andrew follows his gaze to Lincoln] 

  Sam : I know it usually happens right away, but - the Father had a purpose. And he has new work for *you*, Andrew.

  Andrew : An Angel of Death?

  [Sam pats his shoulder and smiles] 

  Andrew : I'd be honored... Hello, Abraham. My name's Andrew.