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Morgan: What am I supposed to do?
Dalton: There's always barber college.
Dalton: Pain don't hurt.
Dalton: Nobody ever wins a fight.
Red Webster: How long are you gonna be in town?
Dalton: Not very long.
Red Webster: That's what I said 25 years ago.
Dalton: Really? What happened?
Red Webster: I got married to an ugly woman. Don't ever do that. It just takes the energy right out of you. She left me, though. Found somebody even uglier than she was. That's life. Who can explain it?
Doc: Do you always carry your medical record around with you?
Dalton: Saves time.
Dalton: My way... or the highway.
Dalton: All you have to do is follow three simple rules. One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected. Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it's absolutely necessary. And three, be nice.
Dalton: Take the biggest guy in the world, shatter his knee and he'll drop like a stone.
Jimmy: Prepare to die.
Dalton: You are such an asshole.
Jimmy: Damn, boy. I thought you were good.
Dalton: Go fuck yourself.
Dalton: People who really want to have a good time won't come to a slaughterhouse. And we've got entirely too many troublemakers here. Too many 40-year-old adolescents, felons, power drinkers and trustees of modern chemistry.
Dalton: If somebody gets in your face and calls you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice. Ask him to walk. Be nice. If he won't walk, walk him. But be nice. If you can't walk him, one of the others will help you, and you'll both be nice. I want you to remember that it's a job. It's nothing personal.
Dalton: I want you to be nice until it's time to not be nice.
Steve: Being called a cocksucker isn't personal?
Dalton: No. It's two nouns combined to elicit a prescribed response.
Steve: What if somebody calls my mama a whore?
Dalton: Is she?
Emmett: It ain't the money ya understand, but if I don't charge ya somethin' the Presbyterians around here are likely to pray for my ruination. How does a hundred dollars a month strike ya?
Dalton: Fine.
Emmett: Can ya afford that much?
Dalton: If it keeps you in the good graces of the church.
Emmett: Ain't it peculiar how money seems to do that very thing?
Doc: Your file says you've got a degree from NYU. What in?
Dalton: Philosophy.
Doc: Any particular discipline?
Dalton: No. Not really. Man's search for faith. That sort of shit.
Doc: Come up with any answers?
Dalton: Not too many.
Doc: How's a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Dalton: Just lucky I guess.
Dalton: You play pretty good for a blind boy.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce: And I thought you'd be bigger.
Dalton: So, you play pretty good for a blind white boy.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce: Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.
[
Dalton walks in on Steve having sex with a girl in the supply closet]
Dalton: Yo, Steve! You're history.
Steve: But I'm on my break!
Dalton: Stay on it.
Steve: Ah, shit!
Dalton: Sorry, we're closed.
Ketchum: Then what are all these people doing here?
Dalton: Drinking and having a good time.
Ketchum: That's why we're here.
Dalton: You're too stupid to have a good time.
Frank Tilghman: It's a good night. Nobody died.
Dalton: It'll get worse before it gets better.
Dalton: [
after interrupting Denise's unsolicited striptease] If you're gonna have a pet, keep it on a leash.
Doc: Is this the part where you tell me what a great guy your friend is?
Wade Garrett: Not hardly. This is the part where I tell you I want you for myself.
Doc: [
laughs]
Dalton: Oh, yo. Whatever he's saying, you can be fairly sure it's a lie.
Wade Garrett: [
giving Dalton a look and her a longer look] Don't bet on it.
Morgan: You know, I heard you had balls big enough to come in a dump truck, but you don't look like much to me.
Dalton: Opinions vary.
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce: Man, this toilet is worse than the one that we worked in Dayton.
Dalton: Really?
Cody, Band Singer at Double Deuce: Oh man, it's a mean scene around here, man. There's blood on the floor of this joint every night.
Emmett: I swear he does that just to piss me off!
Dalton: Who does?
Emmett: Brad Wesley!
Doc: You know, for that line of work I thought you'd be bigger.
Dalton: Gee, I've never heard that before.
Frank Tilghman: I got your plane ticket right here.
Dalton: I don't fly... too dangerous.