Loni Packwood: I say this is the last straw. I came back from the war, my farm was burned down, my cows was dead. And now my wife's run off with my cousin Jeb. That son of a bitch. He took my dog.
Bob: He's smiling.
Jim: Is that bad?
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.
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?
Cole: Some Indian tracker you turned out to be, Tom.
Comanche Tom: You paid me to find you Bluecoats, there they are.
Cole: All right, ranchers, let's ride.
Bob: Now I would sound just stupid sayin' something like that.
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: Where you been buddy?
Jesse James: What's going on?
Cole: Well, nothin' really.
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: So we got a plan?
Bob: Yeah, my plan of lying here pissing myself seems to be working mighty fine, thank you.
Cole: You tell anyone I said this, I'll have to kill you, cause everyone knows I'm the toughest man in this town. But you are one terrifying son of a bitch with them guns.
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: 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.