Canaan:
I can't see you, I can't hear you. You smell like shit.

Sgt. Hastings:
My men are soldiers in the United States Cavalry! And they are prepared to die for their country!

Beauchamp:
With all due respect, sir, you're out of your fuckin' mind!

Sgt. Hastings:
Do these dead men belong to you?

Canaan:
They just came with the horses.

Canaan:
You the law?

Sgt. Hastings:
The closest thing they got in this shit hole, yes.

Alacran:
The whole world is turning to shit!

Alacran:
I should kill you for letting him get past you, but I have a feeling I'm gonna need all my men... even a piece of shit like you. Cut off his ear!

Canaan:
Aren't you going to wish me luck?

Sgt. Hastings:
Why don't you go to hell!

Canaan:
Well, that'll do.

Canaan:
You're a wise man.

Ernie Fowler:
Ain't so... I'm a bartender.

Canaan:
What kind of town is this? You got preachers who pack iron!