Sam Turner: All we want to know is what we rode here for.
Lane: What a gun rides anywhere for - money. The more of it the more chances you take.
Calamity Jane: A man that cgeats at cards ain't got no religion.
Jeremy Baile: Good country, Glyn.
Glyn McLyntock: Yeah, real good country.
Jeremy Baile: Let's hope we can keep it this way. Missouri and Kansas was like this when I first saw 'em... good, clean. It was the men who came in to steal and kill that changed things. We mustn't let it happen here.
Rusty Hart: Well, well. So this is Dodge City, huh? Sort of smells like Fort Worth, don't it?
Wade Hatton: Oh, that's not the city you smell. That's you! We better get you to a bathtub before somebody shoots you for a buffalo.
Forrest Bondurant: I'm a Bondurant. We don't lay down for nobody.
Mike Devereaux: He'll cool down... and when he does he'll make the deal. He's too smart not to. Ain't that right, Ben?
Ben Devereaux: I don't know. But anybody that throws $10,000 in a spittoon makes me nervous.
Will Penny: That's always the way, ain't it?
Alex: What's always the way?
Will Penny: Let a man die, right away he's "good, old Claude." How was he before he bucked out?
Rosalie Quaid: If I did not have faith, what would I have?
Clint Stark: I was like you once, long time ago. I believed in the dignity of man. Decency. Humanity. But I was lucky. I found out the truth early, boy.
Ed Cunningham: And what is the truth, Stark?
Clint Stark: It's all very simple. There's no such thing as the dignity of man. Man is a base, pathetic and vulgar animal.
Sheriff Sanchez: Ladies and gentlemen, there's no need for me to tell you - the emergency arose and the man appeared. Mr Douglass, it's not often a man gets to do so much for his neighbors and do it like you did. We want you to know we'll always be grateful... and in our hearts always.
Jim Douglass: Thank you... and in your prayers, please.
Calamity Jane: Ten years gone, 'proaching that same-self hill I thought to lay me down and rise no more... oof. Gimme wide berth, that's just passed wind! Possibly worse... Before eyes close for good an' all, I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs... show her a sign of lovin' regret from Calamity Jane to her darlin'. And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill. Oof, I've a left-cheek ass-blister's a percolatin' sonofabitch.
Samuel Jones: If I stay here very long, I might misbehave. Somebody might have to kill me.
Drover: We're not really used to...
Lady Sarah Ashley: A woman? I suppose you think I should be back in Darwin, at the church fete or a lady's whatever you call it. Well I will have you know, I am as capable as any man.
Drover: Guests. We're not used to guests is what I was about to say, but now that you mention it I happen to quite like the women of the outback.