Hey Kenney, you bastard. It's you and I.

Charley Bowdre

Hey, you ain't no regulator, boy. You just stay here with the pork. They're smarter than you anyway; you might learn something.

Charley Bowdre

He ain't all there, is he?

'Dirty Steve' Stevens

Ned Logan: You were crazy, Will.
Will Munny: Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot 'em out of pure meanness.
Ned Logan: Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more.
Will Munny: That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more.

Richard Brewer: Lord, forgive us for our wrongdoings, for our misguidance by heathen religions. Thank you for keeping us alive. Lord, be with us in doing the right thing. Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name.
William H. Bonney: Please, Dick. It's getting cold. [Billy and Dick both pull guns] I could've killed you, Dick. I could've killed you, but I don't want to kill you. I want to eat.

Yen Sun: I know what you've come to do. You've come to lay with me and cut me into tiny pieces. You're the bandit that eats children and old people.
Doc: I eat meat and potatoes.

Yen Sun: They'll chase after us.
Doc: I'm used to that.

Richard Brewer: We've got a warrant for you, old man.
Buckshot Roberts: I ain't got no business with that war no more, peckerhead son of a bitch. I'm on my own. I've come to pick up the 150 dollars Sheriff Brady has put out for the kid. The rest of you are only worth about 110, but I'll take it. What a sweet disposition. All right, let's dance.

William H. Bonney: Murphy's taking inventory in Tunstall's store right now and you're saying that means nothing to you?
Chavez: It means nothing to me? Murphy and his politicians have taken more blood from me than they ever will from you.

John Tunstall: I have made a long, steamship journey from London, Mr. Murphy, so I shall be damned if I am persuaded by something as ugly as political corruption. So, I'd like for you to take your threats and your sheriff and get off my property.
L.G. Murphy: You're ambitious, Earl, but you'd be better off selling ladies' undergarments in Hampstead.

Colonel Nathan Dudley: Mr. Bonney. Mr. McSween. This is Colonel Nathan Dudley out of Fort Scranton. Come on out, with your hands high.
William H. Bonney: Hahahahahaha! With your hands high? I better reason with him. Hey, Colonel Shithead. You can kiss my ass. Get President Hayes down here, then we'll come out. We'll see how they like that one.

Chavez: I told you I would find the way, and the way is west.
William H. Bonney: West, huh? Well ... west is that way...
[points gun in one direction] ... and the bastards we gotta kill are that way.

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