Martha McCandles: This is going to be a very harsh and unpleasant business, and will take an equally harsh and unpleasant person to see to it.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: And now you understand. Anything goes wrong, anything at all... your fault, my fault, nobody's fault... it won't matter - I'm gonna blow your head off. No matter what else happens, no matter who gets killed I'm gonna blow your head off.
Martha McCandles: I was wrong. You haven't changed, have you, Jacob McCandles?
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: Not one bit.
Jake: Well, if you can shoot that far, a quarter of a mile straight along the edge of my nose is a mountain buck. Shoot it.
Michael McCandles: I don't kill to make a point, Father.
Jake: Michael, there's two reason to kill - survival and meat. We need meat.
Hotel desk clerk: I thought you were dead.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: Dead? The next person who says that I'm gonna shoot, so help me.
Jake: You're short on ears and long on mouth.
Pop Dawson: Say, you don't look too good. The sight of blood bother you?
Jake: Only my own.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: I'll give you $500 now and another $500 when you get 'em to market.
Scottish Shepherd: That's highway robbery.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: Well, maybe you think you're gonna get a better offer for 'em today?
Scottish Shepherd: I'll take it... with one proviso.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: What's that?
Scottish Shepherd: I go with the sheep.
Jake: What do you do when cockroaches get in the woodwork, Michael?
James McCandles: Smoke 'em out?
Jake: That's right.
Michael McCandles: Why not wait for them to make the first move?
Jake: Because waiting is good for them and bad for us. You get impatient, nervy, careless and maybe dead.
John Fain: You come close, mister, but no cigar.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: What about the boy? You gonna hang him too, or just beat him up some more?
Head of lynching party: Mister, you shouldn't butt into things that aren't your business, you really shouldn't.
Sam Sharpnose: That's more words than I've spoke since I knew ya'.
Michael McCandles: Newspaper clippings. I killed a man for newspaper clippings.
John Fain: A ranch sure is a deserted looking place during a round-up.
Jacob 'Big Jake' McCandles: Your fault, my fault nobody's fault.