Ezra Standish: What are you attempting to suggest, Mr. Tanner?
Vin: I'm suggesting that you have more than three hundred dollars tucked right there in that fancy boot.
Ezra Standish: What, do you think I'm going to donate to this wizened crone - no offense, Ma'am. Have you taken leave of your senses?
Vin: You probably don't know this, but Ezra here's a gambler.
Nettie Wells: He sure ain't a ranch hand.
Ezra: Thank you.
Vin: A man never drown himself in his own sweat, Ezra.
Ezra: A gentleman does not debase himself by engaging in menial labor.
Ezra Standish: Just don't blow up the son of a bitch who's wearing my coat.
Guy Royal: [to Nettie] Tomorrow, you'll leave the territory. Tell anybody I was here, I'm gonna throw your niece to my men; I'm gonna burn your house down with you in it.
Chris: Would you be interested in partaking in a little show of force?
Buck: Show of force? Why, hell, that's my middle name!
Nettie Wells: I ain't used to gentlemanly behavior.
Vin: Aw, hell, I ain't no gentleman, ma'am. I just think a woman of your courage deserves an escort.
Nettie Wells: Ain't courage - it's my dander that's got up.
[looking at a poster advertising a touring floor show]
Josiah Sanchez: Yahweh has answered my prayers.
Nathan Jackson: What's Yahweh?
Josiah Sanchez: God to you.
Nathan Jackson: Prayin' for "Gettin' Gertie's Garter" to come into town?
Guy Royal: I'm gonna tell you how it is: I believe in God, guns and get-the-hell-off-my-property.
Vin: That's nice. Now I'm going to tell *you* how it is. I believe your men aren't good enough to face us and you're just a coward who threatens old women. Soon as you give us what we came for, we'll get the hell off your property.
Buck: Men like Royal, they don't walk away from the poker table just 'cause you call 'em.
Marshal 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes: Just so's you know: I will cook and eat the liver of any man that puts a bullet in Chris Larrabee before I can do my job.
Buck: Now, what I'm suggestin' is that you let J.D. in on your talents.
Casey Wells: I can rope, ride and spit faster and further than any man!
Buck: Hmmm... Those are mighty admirable qualities, ma'am, but J.D. might not be man enough to handle 'em.
Casey Wells: J.D. is more of a man than you'll...!
Buck: Will you hush now, little girl! Hush! You sit down... settle down... let me talk to you for a second. Now, I want you to consider this. Okay, maybe you should think about combin' your hair - you got beautiful hair. You can wipe off a little of that mud so he can see that pretty face. And about that smile! Yeah, and have you heard of somethin'? It-it's called a dress...
Vin: He said he would cut your eye out.
Chris: 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes? I've never heard of him.
Vin: He ain't one that would be easy to forget. He could kill a man with his breath alone.
Chris: Who the hell are you?
Marshal 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes: You're a low-down Yankee liar if you say we've never met!
Buck: Seems to me a man would remember an ugly, one-eyed coward, six and a half feet tall, with no hair and a sissy hat.
Marshal 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes: Chris Larrabee, you've been scared of runnin' into me since we met.
Chris: There's a couple of ladies I'm scared of runnin' into, but you're not one of 'em.
Marshal 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes: I ain't leavin' without Larrabee's eye.
Guy Royal: You take care of my business, Marshal, and you're welcome to whatever part of his anatomy you choose.
Vin: 'Fore she died, she told me, "Boy, you're a Tanner. Don't you ever forget that!" Even though I was just a little fella, those words have echoed in my heart to this day. Reckon I just want to live up to bein' a Tanner.
Nettie Wells: You do, son. You do.