Did you guys see the size of that chicken?

"Dirty Steve" Stephens

Charley Bowdre: Hey, Chavez, how come they ain't killing us?
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Because we're in the spirit world, asshole. They can't see us.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: You're a red ass Mexican greaser, you do it with your horse. Mexican greaser!
Chavez: Come here, you little white chicken shit.

William H. Bonney: Hey, Peppin. I see you got Charley Crawford down there with you.
Peppin: Yeah.
[Billy shoots Charley Crawford]
William H. Bonney: Hey, Peppin. Charley Crawford's not with you anymore.

Richard Brewer: When we finish this meal you little rodent, we're gonna go out in the yard and see who has the right to run this group of regulators.
Doc: Richard, would you be so kind as to pass the gravy please?

China Girl: You look like trouble.
Doc: Trouble? I'm a poet, with flowers of all things.
China Girl: And a gun... it's a big gun.
Doc: It's a big town. Come on Yin, all I want is a chance.

Yen Sun: I am unclean. That is not for a young man.
Doc: Yen, I used to ride with the dirty underwear gang out of Liberty, Missouri.

Papers can't do anything right.

Richard Brewer

Charley Bowdre: [at the dance] Look at Billy Bonney go.
'Dirty Steve' Stevens: He ain't all there, is he?
Charley Bowdre: He's there enough to be dancing with a pretty girl while we're sitting around pulling our tallywhackers.

The Red Sands Creek Reservation. 200 people butchered in the snow with their stomachs empty. My mother's people. You see, Murphy was under government contract to supply us with beef, but two winters ago, he sent only rotten meat. No corn, no flour, just rancid beef crawling with worms. A few of my men and I set out to a camp in the middle of the night to try and get food. Oh yeah, they welcomed us in, and then they fired at us. I got away, only me. But when I got back to the Red Sands, I found out that the army had already heard about our big indian uprising and they paid us back. My mother was cut by a saber from her privates to her neck. My sisters were just babies, and they had their heads bashed in with boot heels so the army could save bullets. Everyone at the reservation was butchered AND IT MEANS NOTHING TO ME? Oh yeah, I went into Lincoln to take Murphy's head. And that's when John Tunstall found me, and he took me in, and he taught me a better way to bury Murphy.


Doc: Billy, what are we gonna do now?
William H. Bonney: We're gonna show these guys they've finally met their match.

Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it.

William H. Bonney

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