Long Riders

Jacob Rixley:
The funeral will be in Chicago and the Governor will be there.

Mortician:
Well, I'm sure it will cheer their souls just to hear you say that.

Frank James:
Mr. Rixley?

Jacob Rixley:
That's right.

Frank James:
My name is Frank James. I came here to turn myself in. Here's my gun. I want something in return. I want to be able to bury my brother.

Jacob Rixley:
Suppose I don't agree to your terms?

Frank James:
I'll kill ya.

Cole Younger:
When this is all over, I'm goin' to write a book; make myself more famous than I already am.

Frank James:
I trust you'll give me a copy.

Cole Younger:
Nope, You gotta pay, Frank; you gotta pay.

Cole Younger:
What does the winner get?

Belle Starr:
Nothin' both of you ain't already had.

Cole Younger:
Don't hardly seem worth it.

Belle Starr:
It ain't. You're both crazy, but you do keep me amused. I am having a *real* good time.

Ed Miller:
Suppose I do; those boys got relatives all around this area. One of 'em would kill me soon as I got out. Besides, Jesse might just change his mind; and he pays better than you do, Mr. Pinkerton Man.

Jacob Rixley:
Mrs. James, we are going to search your house. I don't suppose it would do any good to ask nicely?

Jacob Rixley:
You know, those men of your's are going to wind up dead or they're going to wind up worse.

Bob Younger:
Hell, no; I'm Bob Younger. Jesse James rides with the Youngers. Now, stop the damn train!

Belle Starr:
Coleman Younger! Seems like you folks are havin' a real nice party in there. Why didn't you invite me?

Cole Younger:
'Cause you're a whore, Belle.

Belle Starr:
I might be; but at least I ain't a cheap one.

Jacob Rixley:
I want your sons, Mrs. Samuel.

Mrs. Zerelda Cole Samuel, Jesse's Mother:
What do you want them for?

Jacob Rixley:
For robbing banks, ma'am.