John O'Hanlan: Well, how much money does he need to get her liver fixed?
Jenny: Five hundred dollars.
John O'Hanlan: Five hundred dollars for a liver?
Jenny: That's what the big doctor in Chicago charges. And he's got all kinds of fancy letters in back of his name.
John O'Hanlan: I don't care what's in back of his name! Five hundred dollars - that's more than you have to pay for a good horse.
John O'Hanlan: You ever hear about what we do down in Texas to a man who beats up on a woman?
Corey Bannister: Suppose you tell me?
John O'Hanlan: We drag him through cactus.
Corey Bannister: No cactus around here.
John O'Hanlan: So I noticed.
John O'Hanlan: Harley, I want... want you to do me a favor. Don't ever tell anyone here in Cheyenne I voted Democratic. You'll do that for me, won't you?
Harley Sullivan: If you say so.
John O'Hanlan: Thank you.
Harley Sullivan: John, you don't mind if I still vote Democratic, do you?
John O'Hanlan: Just so long as you're not seen with me when you do it. Be bad for business.
Harley Sullivan: I remember when I was about twelve years old. My daddy asked me, he says, "What do you want to be when you grow up, Little Harley?" And like a damn fool, I said a cowboy. I've been making wrong moves ever since.
John O'Hanlan: Will you tell Mr. Willowby I would like to talk to him?
Harley Sullivan: He's still in the Doc's office.
John O'Hanlan: I didn't know he was sick.
Harley Sullivan: He weren't until you started that fight. He was hit in the face with a piano stool, so they say. I hear that saloon looks like it was in the path of a buffalo stampede.
John O'Hanlan: All for a good cause, Harley. All for Texas.
John O'Hanlan: Harley, this is more money than I ever dreamed! Do-do-do you know what I can do with this much money?
Harley Sullivan: We passed some nice looking saloons.
Harley Sullivan: I remember one winter - it was almost as cold as this down in the south of Arkansas. It got to be so cold down there that winter that just about every female in the county came up pregnant in the spring. All the following summer and fall the men and boys were praying for another cold winter.
Harley Sullivan: Take Helen. She had flame red hair, pitch black eyes, ruby lips and no teeth - but talk about a body! She could straddle two horses at the same time. I went with her until I found out she dipped snuff. There's something awful unfemale about a snuff dipper - don't you think so, John?
John O'Hanlan: Well, how much time do I have?
Marshal Anderson: Oh, three days at the most. They live quite a ways out of town. But trouble rides a fast horse.
Harley Sullivan: What are you lookin' at?
John O'Hanlan: You.
Harley Sullivan: Why?
John O'Hanlan: I don't know. You look different some how.
Harley Sullivan: What do you mean different?
John O'Hanlan: John, its kind of hard for me to put my finger on.
Harley Sullivan: Well, try Harley. Use 'em all.
Harley Sullivan: I thought you know me better than that, John, after all the years we rode together.
John O'Hanlan: Well, I guess it just goes to prove that you never really know a man until the chips are down and you need him the most.
Harley Sullivan: Did I ever tell ya how my Uncle Charlie got stoved up?
John O'Hanlan: No, Harley.
Harley Sullivan: His home set right out in the prarie. One day he went in the outhouse and got caught right in the middle of a stampede. When he went in there wasn't a cow in sight. A few minutes late 365 longhorns ran over him. Broke him up something terrrible. That was nineteen years ago and he's still constipated.
Harley Sullivan: I've eaten mighty good food in my life, but this weren't part of it.
Cook: Yeah, well, I ain't heard no complaints from none of the others.
Harley Sullivan: Yeah, well, they ain't as well-bred as I am.
Harley Sullivan: I've never known it before, John, but a good gunfight sure makes a man hungry.
Harley Sullivan: What kind of business you figure your brother left you?
John O'Hanlan: Well, the letter don't say - but that's just like a lawyer. They don't tell you no more than it takes to confuse you. But it's a... something called the Cheyenne Social Club.
John O'Hanlan: I'm not opening any letter from a lawyer on an empty stomach.
John O'Hanlan: When you're out on the range with nobody to talk to most of the time but your horse, you do a lot of dreaming. And I dreamed of being a man of property. But you know... you know Mr. Willoughby, and I didn't realise it then, but I've always been a man of property. I have my horse. I have my blanket and I have the whole West to ride in. How could a man own more than that? No, Mr. Willoughby, I'm a cowboy. Always have been... I know now I always will be.
Opal Ann: Sacrifice, sacrifice - all I do is sacrifice.
John O'Hanlan: I don't like to say this about my own brother, but he just never was what you'd call an outstanding citizen. The truth is, he, well, he wasn't worth the sweat on a waterbag.
Harley Sullivan: This place is busier than the Kansas City stockyard.
