Old-timer: Any damn fool can get himself shot full of holes.
Cole Younger: It ain't hard gettin' shot. It's the gettin' back up.
Jesse James: I can't think of one, can you? I've searched back through the crannies of my mind. I can't think of one single honest man we ever robbed.
Frank James: 'Cause we robbed the robbers, that's why. Just the railroads, the banks, all the damned plughats.
Jesse James: Talk about givin' us amnesty. Hell, it's up to us to give amnesty to them.
Chief detective: From now on, you men are farmers. Your job is to plow them under like manure. Now get those sons of bitches.
Boy: Come on, Cole. Take off your shirt so we can see your bullet wounds.
Cole Younger: Oh, hell, ain't no difference from any other man's bullet holes.
Jesse James: We'll make this smug Yankee town weep, or we'll blow it to kingdom come.
Cole Younger: No, we ain't either, Jesse. Only a fool smokes up a town when it ain't necessary.
