Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Benmont Tench: Who are you travelin' with?
William Blake: Uhm... Nobody.
Nobody: The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Trading Post missionary: God damn your soul to the fires of Hell.
William Blake: He already has.
Nobody: You were a poet and a painter, William Blake. But now, you're a killer of white men.
Nobody: That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.
Marvin (Older Marshall): You William Blake?
William Blake: Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry?
Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?
Nobody: Did you kill the white man who killed you?
William Blake: I'm not dead. Am I?
Big George: That's terrible.
Sally: It's horrible.
Big George: Terrible is what it is.
Nobody: It is strange that you do not remember any of your poetry, William Blake.
Conway Twill: Jesus, Cole, he's just a kid.
Cole Wilson: Now he's a Navajo mud toy.
Big George: What's a Philistine?
Sally: Well, it's just a real dirty person.
Nobody: Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike.
Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard.
William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
William Blake: No, I traded it.
Nobody: For what?
William Blake: I'm not telling.
Nobody: Liar.
William Blake: Thief.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job.
John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
Big George: I don't give a shit who saw what, and who did what, or who did who.
