You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?

Wyatt Earp

Sherman McMasters: Where is he?
Doc Holliday: Down by the creek, walking on water.

Johnny Ringo: It's quoted in the Bible, Revelations: Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

I swear, it's like I'm playin' cards with my brother's kids or somethin'. You nerve-wrackin' sons-a-bitches.

Johnny Tyler

"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.

Johnny Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play for Blood," remember?
Johnny Ringo: Oh that. I was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn't.

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.

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.


Kid, the next time I say, "Let's go someplace like Bolivia," let's GO someplace like Bolivia.

Butch Cassidy

Doc Holliday: Why Johnny Tyler! You madcap!
Johnny Tyler: Doc?
Doc Holliday: Where you goin' with that shotgun?

Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!

Who's the fellow owns this shithole?

Will Munny

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