Grimes: Mister, you've got alot of hard bark on you walkin' down here like this. Now, I owe you. You put two holes in me.
John Russell: Usually enough for most of 'em.
Grimes: Don't try it again, that Vaquero is more than a fair hand.
Grimes: You got the money?
John Russell: Guess I brought my dirty laundry down by mistake.
Grimes: Let me see it.
John Russell: Look for yourself.
Grimes: [opens bag, pulls out a handful of clothes] Well now, what'ya suppose hell's gonna look like?
John Russell: We all die, just a question of when.
Jessie: And we got him a marble headstone. It had his name on it, and underneath, we had them put, "In the Fullness of His Years." Is that all right with you?
John Russell: I'll settle for that. I'm not on the slab.
Jessie: Well, what do you figure yours is going to read?
John Russell: "Shot Dead," probably.
Jessie: Don't people take to you, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: It only takes one who doesn't.
Henry Mendez: Hombre, which name today, which do you want?
John Russell: Anything but bastard will do.
Jessie: That soldier would have helped you and you know it.
John Russell: I didn't ask for any.
Jessie: He didn't even have a gun.
John Russell: That's his business he don't wanna carry one.
Jessie: It takes a lot to light a fire under you, doesn't it.
John Russell: If it's alright with you, lady, I just didn't feel like bleeding for him. And even if it isn't alright with you.
Doris Blake: I've heard a lot of stories about what the Indians do to white women.
Grimes: They do the same thing to white women they do to Indian women, and they don't mind it much, red or white.
Audra Favor: I can't imagine eating a dog and not thinking anything of it.
John Russell: You even been hungry, lady? Not just ready for supper. Hungry enough so that your belly swells?
Audra Favor: I wouldn't care how hungry I got. I know I wouldn't eat one of those camp dogs.
John Russell: You'd eat it. You'd fight for the bones, too.
Audra Favor: Have you ever eaten a dog, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: Eaten one and lived like one.
Audra Favor: Dear me.
[Grimes lights a cigar]
Grimes: Smoke bother you?
Audra Favor: Would you put it out if I said it did?
Grimes: Oh, yeah. My momma taught me to remove my hat and my cigar in the presence of a lady. Whatever else I take off depends on how lucky I get.
Grimes: [after going through Favor's luggage and taking out the money] Looks like you did good and we did better.
Lamar Dean: That was pretty smart, billin' the government for food for the Indians and then keepin' the money while them poor Indians starve to death.
Grimes: You know, the thing is; he ought to be over here with us instead of standin' over there
Mexican Bandit: [coming up the hill, waving a red handkerchief tied to a stick] Hey, hombre!
John Russell: [Russell finishes loading his rifle and goes to see what the Mexican Bandit wants]
Mexican Bandit: Look amigo, how close you come!
[indicating the wound on his stomach]
John Russell: I tried to do better; I think you moved.
Mexican Bandit: You can be sure I move! How do you prefer them, eh, tied to a tree?
John Russell: That'd be nice.
Mexican Bandit: You like to pull the trigger, eh?
John Russell: I can do it again for you.
[Grimes has just delivered an ultimatum to Mendez and the others]
John Russell: Hey. I got a question. How are you planning to get back down that hill?
Grimes: Now you wait a minute! I'm getting back down the same way I came up! (Begins running back down the hill. Russell shoots him as he is running)
Jessie: [as Grimes crawls away after being shot] Cicero Grimes, meet John Russell.
[Russell has just fatally shot the Mexican bandit]
Mexican Bandit: I would like at least to know his name.
Henry Mendez: He was called John Russell.
John Russell: [when the Mexican Bandit come up the hill to demand the money or they will shoot Mrs. Favor] Shoot her.
Mexican Bandit: [Russell and Mendez have ambushed Grimes' gang] Hey, hombre! A compliment on your shooting! You put a hole in me! Whew. I never had a bellyache like this since I'm a little boy. Hey amigo! Friend! I am going to give you back this bullet.
Doris Blake: You're just saying that so we won't go down there.
John Russell: They'll kill you both. That's why I'm saying it.
Braden: Hey, what's going on?
Jessie: I'm moving you out. I want you to take your socks, your cigar stubs, your long johns, and your nickel-plated sheriff's badge, and amble back down the hall to your own room.
Braden: I like it here.
Jessie: Can't quite remember how you got squatter's rights in here, anyhow. Seems to me you came by one night to ask for an extra blanket and stayed a year.
Braden: I been working since I was ten years old, Jessie, cleaning spittoons at a dime a day. It's now thirty years later, and all I can see out the window here is a dirt road going nowhere. The only thing that changes the view is the spotted dog lifting his leg against the wall over there. Saturday nights, I haul out the town drunks. I get their 25-cent dinners and their rotgut liquor heaved up over the front of my one good shirt. I wear three pounds of iron strapped to my leg. That makes me fair game for any punk cowboy who's had one too many. No, Jess, I don't need a wife. I need out.
Henry Mendez: You can be white, Mexican, or Indian, but I think it pays you to be a white man for a while. Put yourself on the winning side for a change.
John Russell: Is that what you are?
Henry Mendez: Well, a Mexican's closer to it than a White Mountain Apache, I can tell you that!
John Russell: The dead are dead. You ought to bury them.
Jessie: I'm sure that's good advice. Trouble is, Mr. Russell, I think you feel the same way about the living.
John Russell: Glad to buy you dinner.
Jessie: There's a lot of men who'll do that, Mr. Russell.
John Russell: Well, I'd just as soon make it breakfast.
John Russell: Hit something, Mendez, first the men, then the horses.
Henry Mendez: I don't know. Just to sit here and wait to kill them?
John Russell: If there was some other way, we'd do it.
Henry Mendez: Maybe we can keep going and try to outrun them.
John Russell: If you run, they're gonna catch you, they're gonna kill you. You believe that more than you believe anything.
Henry Mendez: All right.
John Russell: And try not to puke. You may have to lie in it for a long time.
John Russell: You better put down that gun. You got two ways to go, put it down or use it. Even if you tie me, you're gonna be dead.
Grimes: Throw down two saddles.
Grimes: You're comin' with us.
Audra Favor: No, I think I'll stay here.
Grimes: You will be all right.
Audra Favor: I'll be *all right* here.
Grimes: One way or another, you're comin' with us.
Lamar Dean: [Russell has climbed to the top of the stage] What are you doin' up there?
John Russell: Gettin' my things.
Lamar Dean: You figurin' on going some place?
John Russell: Why stay here?
Lamar Dean: Just how far do you thin you're gonna get?
John Russell: That's to find out.
Lamar Dean: [takes one waterbag] Now how far did you say you were gonna get?
Henry Mendez: Leave us some water!
Lamar Dean: [shoots the remaining waterbag] Now how far?
John Russell: Oh about as far as Delgado's.
Lamar Dean: [stops, turns and looks back] What does that mean?
John Russell: Maybe if we all get thirsty we'll go to Delgado's and get some "mezcal."
Billy Lee Blake: [Notices Jessie standing by Braden's body after Russell kills him] Uh, Jessie; you want something to cover Braden up?
Jessie: [Shaking her head ruefully] No, just let him lie there.