Elijah: You've heard of the Sierra Madre Casino. Christine: We all have, the legend, the curses. Dean: Some foolishness about it lying in the middle of a City of Dead. Dog: A city of ghosts. God: Beneath a blood-red cloud... Dean: ...a bright, shining monument, reaching out, luring treasure hunters to their doom. An illusion. Christine: A promise that you can change your fortunes. Begin again. Elijah: Finding it, though, that's not the hard part. It's letting go. Dean: It's letting go. Christine: It's letting go. Dog: It's letting go. God: It's letting go.