Kaiser: Did I kill the guy that killed me?
The Sergeant: Yes.
The Sergeant: You're going to live, even if I have to blow your brains out.
The Sergeant: Killing insane people is not good for public relations.
Griff: Killing sane people is okay?
The Sergeant: That's right.
The Pilot, Capt. Hank Tucker rcaf: I'm Captain Hank Tucker, rcaf. I've come to bring the fugitive to justice. Where's headquarters?
Sergeant Edgar Millen: Wherever I'm standin'.
Sergeant Edgar Millen: Purer fact is that he's running to save his hide, and every man he killed, he killed to protect himself.
Constable Alvin Adams: What about Hawkins or Sundog or any of them? What did any of them die for, Millen?
Sergeant Edgar Millen: Johnson didn't do anything I wouldn't do if I was in his boots. If I thought the killing would stop here, I'd let him go.
A no. 1: Country's gone to hell.
A no. 1: Steers got horns, kid. You don't.
A no. 1: You got a chance to be a good bum. You can be a meat eater, kid. I mean people, not their garbage.
A no. 1: You ain't stopping at this hotel, kid. My hotel! The stars at night, I put 'em there. And I know the presidents, all of them. And I go where I damn well please. Even the chairman of the New York Central can't do it better. My road, kid, and I don't give lessons and I don't take partners. Your ass don't ride this train.
Preacher: I will immerse you, brother, then have you go to the Presbyterians.
A no. 1: Oh, save me from the Presbyterians.
American Pilot: Oh, for a second I thought you were a Jap.
American Pilot: How come you guys don't believe in God?
Charlie Strom: It's not only the money. Maybe we get that and maybe we don't. But I gotta find out what makes a man decide not to run... why, all of a sudden, he'd rather die.
Charlie Strom: Lady, I don't have the time.
Charlie Strom: You see, the only man that's not afraid to die is the man that's dead already.
Liberty Valance: You lookin' for trouble, Doniphon?
Tom Doniphon: You aim to help me find some?
Liberty Valance: You got a choice, Dishwasher. Either you get out of town, or tonight you be out on that street alone. You be there, and don't make us come and get you.
Mrs. Fenty: You should read the Bible, Mr. Rumson.
Ben Rumson: I have read the Bible, Mrs. Fenty.
Mrs. Fenty: Didn't that cure your appetite for drinking?
Ben Rumson: No, but it sure killed my appetite for readin'.
Horace Tabor: Is it your proposal, Mr. Rumson, that we knock out the stage driver, steal a coach, and kidnap six women?
Ben Rumson: Sounds better every time I hear it.
