John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
Sergeant 'Buster' Kilrain: Some of them, they load and load, they never fire. They just keep right on loading. Some of them come home with seven, eight bullets rammed up in the barrel, never fired a shot.
Dutch Engstrom: They'll be waitin' for us.
Pike Bishop: I wouldn't have it any other way.
[Alejandro draws his sword.]
Don Diego de la Vega: Do you know how to use that thing?
Alejandro: Yes. The pointy end goes into the other man.
Henchman: What are you trying to do, blow up the whole mountain!?
Butch: Trust me... these two have a hard time staying dead.
Wild, The Hunchback: Well well, if it isn't the smoker. Well... Remember me, amigo?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: M-Mm.
Wild, The Hunchback: 'Course you do. El Paso.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: It's a small world.
Wild, The Hunchback: Yes, and very, very bad. Now come on, you light another match.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: I generally smoke just after I eat. Why don't you come back in about ten minutes?
Wild, The Hunchback: Ten minutes you'll be smoking in hell. Get up!.
Cat: You won't make me cry. You'll never make me cry.
Del Gue: Amongst lnjuns... a tribe's greatness is figured on how mighty its enemies be.
The Preacher: Nothing like a nice piece of hickory.
John Russell: I got one question. How you gonna get down that hill?
Calamity Jane: Excitement? Why, I got more arrows in the back of that coach than a porcupine has got stickers.
John O'Hanlan: Well, how much money does he need to get her liver fixed?
Jenny: Five hundred dollars.
John O'Hanlan: Five hundred dollars for a liver?
Jenny: That's what the big doctor in Chicago charges. And he's got all kinds of fancy letters in back of his name.
John O'Hanlan: I don't care what's in back of his name! Five hundred dollars - that's more than you have to pay for a good horse.
Mrs. Kathleen York: Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Lt. Col. Kirby York: I never want to kiss you goodbye, Kathleen.
Rio: Get up! Get up, you scum suckin' pig.
Chamlee: I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer.
Henry: Well in that case, get that hearse rolling.
Chamlee: I can't, my driver's quit.
Robert: He's prejudiced too, huh?
Chamlee: Well, when it comes to a chance of getting his head blown off, he's downright bigoted.
Dr. Jones: Mr, UH?
Cord McNally: Doesn't matter.
Dr. Jones: Well, Mr Doesn't matter we ought to give them one last good yell, they usually yell a lot when I give them a shot of this.
Cord McNally: YOW! That's the real stuff.
Dr. Jones: Well, if you had been a good enough actor I wouldn't have used it.
Cord McNally: Cord McNally.
Randall Bragg: I told you you'd never hang me, Cole.
Virgil Cole: Never ain't here yet.
Jason McCullough: How's Joe?
Jake: Oh, he figures he's going to be out of here and we're going to be dead about this time tomorrow.
Jason McCullough: Did he seem to feel any sorrow over the fact that we might all be killed?
Jake: No, it's more like he planned to dance and spit all over our graves.
Jason McCullough: Sounds like Joe.
Bill Munny: You better bury Ned right, and don't go cuttin' up... Nor otherwise harm no whores, or I'll come back and kill every one of you sons-a-bitches.