The Stranger: You're going to look pretty silly with that knife sticking out of your ass.
The Stranger: Your feet ma'am are almost as big as your mouth.
The Stranger: What makes you think I care?
Lewis Belding: I got 18 people in my hotel! Where are they gonna go?
The Stranger: Out.
The Stranger: Wonder what took her so long to get mad?
Mordecai: Because maybe you didn't go back for more?
The Stranger: I like chicken, fried.
The Stranger: The only problem you've got Sheriff is a short supply of guts.
Callie Travers: Just what do you consider going too far? Isn't forcible rape in broad daylight a misdemeanor in this town?
Mayor Jason Hobart: I don't know if we shouldn't mark the grave somehow, Dan?
Sheriff Dan Shaw: I don't see any need. It ain't likely anybody is gonna cry over them anyhow.
Mordacai: What did you say your name was again?
The Stranger: I didn't.
Mordecai: No. I guess you didn't at that, did you?
Preacher: See here, you can't turn all these people out into the night. It is inhuman, brother. Inhuman.
The Stranger: I'm not your brother.
Preacher: We are all brothers in the eyes of God.
The Stranger: All these people, are they your sisters and brothers?
Preacher: They most certainly are.
The Stranger: ...Then you won't mind if they come over and stay at your place, will ya?