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.
Nobody: The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn from the crow.
Benmont Tench: Who are you travelin' with?
William Blake: Uhm... Nobody.
Nobody: You were a poet and a painter, William Blake. But now, you're a killer of white men.
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.
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.
Nobody: Things which are alike, in nature, grow to look alike.
Conway Twill: Jesus, Cole, he's just a kid.
Cole Wilson: Now he's a Navajo mud toy.
Big George: That's terrible.
Sally: It's horrible.
Big George: Terrible is what it is.
Marvin (Older Marshall): You William Blake?
William Blake: Yes, I am. Do you know my poetry?
Nobody: That weapon will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will now be written with blood.
Trading Post missionary: God damn your soul to the fires of Hell.
William Blake: He already has.
Big George: I don't give a shit who saw what, and who did what, or who did who.
Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard.
Big George: What's a Philistine?
Sally: Well, it's just a real dirty person.
Nobody: It is strange that you do not remember any of your poetry, William Blake.
Nobody: Did you kill the white man who killed you?
William Blake: I'm not dead. Am I?
Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?
