Jesse James: So we got a plan?
Bob: Yeah, my plan of lying here pissing myself seems to be working mighty fine, thank you.
Zee Mimms: I can't believe I had to blow up a train for you.
Jesse James: Well you are a hell of a woman.
Zee Mimms: Don't swear.
Cole: Sadie was a beautiful woman, Sadie was not a man.
Jesse James: She had a mustache, a nice mustache.
Frank: I think she had more than a mustache.
Cole: Well, she was European.
Jesse James: All right, settle down. Not all this money is ours.
Bob: Uh, well... no Jesse, it's the bank's... see that's why we had to go to all the trouble of stealing it.
Jesse James: Let's go home, back to our farms.
Cole: Platin' corn, harvesting corn... and eatin' corn.
Bob: The corn gonna shoot at me?
Bob: Then I love it.
Frank: "From women's eyes this doctrine I derive, they sparkle still the right Promethean fire. They are the books, the arts, the acedemes that show, contain and nourish all the world."
Cole: Well, I don't know what it is that you just said, but it sounded real nice.
Frank: That's Shakespeare. Now he's European.
Cole: The one time that one of us comes up with an idea.
Jesse James: A bad idea.
Cole: Hey, I got us through the war all right.
Jesse James: And nearly got hanged in peacetime.
Bob: Cole lost his temper.
Frank: Oh no.
Bob: Well, he just lost his temper a little.
Jesse James: How many of 'em did he kill, Bob?
Jesse James: Hands off your hip, Cole.
Cole: Ain't scared are ya, Jesse?
Jesse James: Pick your fights, cousin, you taught me that.
Frank: That Zerelda turned into a hell of a woman, eh?
Jesse James: Oh yeah.
Frank: "Big and older"?
Jesse James: You can shut up now, Frank.
Frank: You are a charmer.
Jesse James: I swear to god I will shoot you in your sleep.
Frank: Next time try "Fat and haggard".