The Stranger: I like chicken, fried.
The Stranger: What makes you think I care?
The Stranger: I'd love to oblige you. But a man's got to get his rest sometime.
Sarah Belding: Oblige me?
The Stranger: But I tell you what, if you'd come back in about half hour, I'll see what I can do, all right?
The Stranger: The only problem you've got Sheriff is a short supply of guts.
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?
Mitch Leary: Do you have what it takes to take a bullet, or is life too precious?
Frank Horrigan: Well, I'll be thinkin' about that when I'm pissin' on your grave.
Frank Horrigan: You're looking at a living legend, Lilly. The only active agent who ever lost a president.
Raines: I heard you and Nixon didn't get along.
Horrigan: Now, that's not true. His chief of staff, though, that was a different story. I remember one time, he wanted me to go out and get rid of some anti-war protesters. I said no, talking about the Bill of Rights and so on. And he says, "look, when I'm talking to you, I am the President." I said, "The President? That's funny, you look more like a sack of shit in a cheap suit to me, sir!"
Horrigan: For years, I've been listening to all these idiots on barstools with all their pet theories on Dallas. How it was the Cubans, or the C.I.A, or the white supremacists, or the Mob. Whether there was one weapon, or whether there was five. None of that's meant too much to me. But Leary, he questioned whether I had the guts to take that fatal bullet. God, that was a beautiful day. The sun was out, been raining all morning, the air was... First shot, sounded like a firecracker. I looked over, I saw him, I could tell he was hit. I don't know why I didn't react. I should have reacted. I should have been running flat out. I just couldn't believe it. If only I'd reacted, I could have taken that shot. And that would have been all right with me.
Horrigan: What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons come?
Mitch Leary: I see you, Frank. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president.
Judge: Do you know it's against the law to hunt on Reservation land?
Joe Kidd: Well the deer didn't know where he was, and I wasn't sure either.
Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan: Try knocking on the door.
Harry Callahan: A man's got to know his limitations.
Lieutenant Briggs: Suppose they panic and start shooting?
Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Yeah right, you're the smart one. You're the one learning Greek.
Frankie Dunn: It's Gaelic.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Well you just protected yourself out of a championship fight! How do you say that in Gaelic?
Frankie Dunn: You forgot the rule. Now, what is the rule?
Maggie Fitzgerald: Keep my left up?
Frankie Dunn: Is to protect yourself at all times. Now, what is the rule?
Maggie Fitzgerald: Protect myself at all times.
Frankie Dunn: Good. Good.
Frankie Dunn: I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.
Frankie Dunn: Don't call me Boss. I'm not your boss and don't you be calling me that.
Maggie Fitzgerald: If I stop callin' you Boss, will you train me?
Frankie Dunn: No.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Then I might as well just keep callin you it.
British referee: Ten minutes, luv.
Maggie Fitzgerald: Man says he loves me.
Frankie Dunn: Well, he's probably not the first one to say that.
Maggie Fitzgerald: First since my daddy.
Frankie Dunn: Hm.
Maggie Fitzgerald: I win, you think he'll propose?
Frankie Dunn: You win, I'll propose.
Frankie Dunn: How many times do I got to tell you that bleach is bleach. Why can't you just buy the cheap stuff, you always have to buy the expensive stuff.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: It smells better, Frankie.
Frankie Dunn: Bleach smells like bleach.
