Felix Bush: If you don't listen, you can't hear nothing.
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.
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.
C.P. Kennedy: Now, what exactly is our target juror?
Judge Joseph Palmer: Intelligent people who will listen to instructions and follow the evidence.
Hank Palmer: Crackpots. Those I can persuade to swallow their own tongue. Anyone who's seen a Sasquatch. Moon-landing deniers. Those are our people.
Judge Joseph Palmer: Lisa played hide the pickle with someone else.
Judge Joseph Palmer: You and I are finally done.
Hank Palmer: Oh, we're not done.
Hank Palmer: Shit happens.
Judge Joseph Palmer: Like your marriage.
Buck Weston: You know how hard it's been for me ever since your mom died.
Phil Weston: She didn't die! She divorced you.
Buck Weston: Ehh... tomatoes, tomahtoes.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: Every time you say something back to me, it makes me love you more.
Buck Weston: Heh.
Frank Hackett: Mr. Jensen is unhappy with Howard Beale and wants him discontinued.
Diana Christensen: He may be unhappy, but he isn't stupid enough to withdraw the number one show on television out of pique.
Frank Hackett: Two billion dollars is not pique! That's the Wrath of God! And the Wrath of God wants Howard Beale fired.
Frank Hackett: Well, the issue is: Shall we kill Howard Beale, or not? I'd like to get some more opinions on that.
Diana Christensen: I don't see we have any options, Frank. Let's kill the son-of-a-bitch.
Nelson Chaney: The affiliates won't carry it.
Frank Hackett: The affiliates will kiss your ass if you can hand them a hit show.
Joseph Pulitzer: Know what I was doing at your age, boy? I was in a war. The Civil War.
Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of it. So, did ya win?
Joseph Pulitzer: People think war is about right or wrong and not power.
Jack Kelly: Yeah, I heard of that too. I don't just sell your papes, Joe. Sometime I read 'em.
Red: I'm old, see.I'm broke and I'm alone. And I'm more 'scared of dying with somebody spoon feeding me oatmeal, than anything else in the world.
Doc Barlow: I'd say 'to good health, ' gentlemen, but then I'd probably be out of business, wouldn't I?
Boss Spearman: We'll drink to good health for them that have it coming.
Boss Spearman: Well, if I'm gonna get killed, I got a hankerin' to soothe my sweet tooth.
Denton Baxter: I'm dying.
Boss Spearman: And for what? More cows? You killed a good man.
Ralph: This is dark chocolate. It comes all the way from Switzerland, Europe. That's near France, see. They call it 'bitter sweet.' Melts in your mouth.
Boss Spearman: You tried it?
Ralph: No.
Boss Spearman: How do you know it melts in your mouth?
Ralph: Well, truth is, we can't afford it ourselves.
