Young Guns (1988)

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. (he and Dick both pull guns on each other) I could've killed you, Dick. I could've killed you, but I don't want to kill you. I want to eat.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Damn good riding with you, Chavez.
Chavez: Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Did you guys see the size of that chicken?

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 lady's 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: Hahahahaha. 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.

Murphy: Get ready for hell.

Richard Brewer: Buénos diaz, shitheads.

Charley Bowdre: We work for Mr. Tunstall as regulators. We regulate any stealing off his property - we're damn good too! Mr. Tunstall's got a soft spot for runaways, dareless, vagrant types. But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earn your keep.

Charley Bowdre: We work for Mr. Tunstall as regulators. We regulate any stealing of his property - we're damn good too! Mr. Tunstall's got a soft spot for runaways, derelicts, vagrant types. But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earn your keep.

William H. Bonney: Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it.

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.
Doc: What a sweet disposition.
Buckshot Roberts: All right, let's dance.

William H. Bonney: Reap it, Murphy, you son of a bitch.

William H. Bonney: You know, Sir, I do admire you, and I sure would like to touch the gun that's gonna kill Billy the Kid.

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

William H. Bonney: I could've killed ya Dick. I could've killed ya. But I don't wanna kill ya I wanna eat.
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?

Alex McSween: I'm not leaving my house.
William H. Bonney: Alex, if you stay they're gonna kill you. And then I'm gonna have to to go around and kill all the guys who killed you. That's a lot of killing.

Charley Bowdre: I'm not a pistoleer or a knifesmith like that greaser Chavez Chavez over there. I'm a pugilist.

Charley Bowdre: It's John Kinney, It's John Kinney, It's John Kinney.
Doc: Thank you very much Charlie.

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.

Charley Bowdre: Hey, Billy. I've got to get out of here. I've got a wife. She's this little Mexican gal. Please, Billy.
William H. Bonney: Charley, if you don't stand up and start whooping some ass, you ain't ever gonna see her again.