- Johnny Yuma: Must be a better way for an old man to die.
- [the old man is prone on the ground trying to stretch out and reach a battered mug of water]
- Joe Savage: Ain't no good way to die, Reb.
- Johnny Yuma: Throw it!
- [the knife]
- Johnny Yuma: A bullet hits harder, Mister! Old men fair game in this town?
- Jake Rollins: She didn't want me. You saw!
- Joe Savage: I saw a woman trying to live in a town like Perdition, trying to raise two children. With enough pride to try and do it by herself.
- Joe Savage: Seems a fella never does get used to the smell of horseflesh.
- Johnny Yuma: I wonder what we smell like to them.
- Jake Rollins: You cook almost as well as you handle that gun. Ain't natural for a young fella to cook that well.
- Sam Amister: They say Perdition hangs betwixt Heaven and Hell. For either of you the only way leads back to hell. Now be moving.
- Jake Rollins: You stuck by an old man who means nothing to you. You know, I don't think I'd mind being buried next to you. If I had to.