Josey Wales: You have any food here?
Lone Watie: All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it's not for eatin'. It's just for lookin' through.
Josey Wales: Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?
Rumson: You show me in them commandments where it says a woman cain't have two husbands.
Pardner: There AIN'T no commandment like that.
Rumson: She's picked up a bad case of the respectabilities. And in just a few days from now, that poor woman's going to be burnin' up in a fever of virtue. And then look OUT.
Pardner: Why?
Rumson: Pardner, it's been my experience that there ain't nothin' more ruthless and treacherous than a genuine good woman.
The Preacher: Nothing like a nice piece of hickory.
Coy LaHood: Do you imbibe?
The Preacher: Only after nine in the morning.
The Preacher: Meantime, why don't you put me to work?
Hull Barret: Oh no, I couldn't ask you to, uh... Well, I mean, ya know - maybe if there was somethin' spiritual.
The Preacher: Well, that Spirit ain't worth spit without a little exercise. Now you tell me where.
Sarah Wheeler: Who are you? Who are you... really?
The Preacher: Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?
The Preacher: There's plain few problems can't be solved with a little sweat and hard work.
David Ackerman: Do you think I like dragging around after you all day? I fucking hate it! And I hate the way you drive. And I hate your stinkin' whiskey breath.
Nick Pulovski: And I hate your uptight regulation-spouting boy scout horseshit. And I hate the little fucking creases in your pants. And I hate these fucking donuts. These fruitcake little ones, with the goddamn pinky shit! Nobody eats that shit.
Strom: What made you think that a dumb Polack like you could outsmart someone like me?
Nick Pulovski: Well, it's just that the arrogant fuckin' Kraut like you was in the firing line.
David Ackerman: You fucking lied to Garcia.
Nick Pulovski: I didn't lie to him. I just didn't tell him the truth.
Frank Corvin: You sent us up to this bastard, have us put it back into orbit, fully armed, just to save your own ass?
Frank Corvin: My only hope is that whatever doesn't burn up lands on Gerson's house.
Frank Corvin: Put a sock in it, sonny.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: Morning, Hawk.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Good morning.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: What happened to your eye?
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: L fell in the shower. Tell maintenance to put some no-slip adhesives on that slippery floor.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: How's it going, Frank?
Frank Corvin: Fine, fine.
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: Whats with the eye? Slip in the shower?
Frank Corvin: How would you know that?
Eugene 'Gene' Davis: L think I'll have a chat with the janitor.
Frank Corvin: You know what the worst day of my life was? The day Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon. I was probably the only person in America who wanted to commit suicide that day.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Well, thanks a lot Frank. We haven't spoken in twelve years and that's basically been the big question on my mind, what could make you commit suicide.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: What are you doing here?
Frank Corvin: Keeping a promise I made years ago.
Col. William 'Hawk' Hawkins: Was that the promise you made to kill me or the promise you made to have both my legs broke?
Bob Gerson: How old are ya, Frank?
Frank Corvin: Old enough to know your ass is in a sling.
Barbara Corvin: Would you like me to read the instructions to you again?
Frank Corvin: Let me tell you something, my dear. Those instructions were written by a fellow in Japan when they made this damn thing. They were probably translated by some gringo who was an expatriate American that couldn't get a job in this country. And then the Japanese guy probably translated him just to double check on him. You don't need these instructions. Not at all. Tear them up.
